A Lexicon

Now the leeches are in love, and the serenade's begun
Maybe you're the lucky one, but you can't trust a simple song
You're no fun
Are we speeding to outrun identification?

Stoop for the honor, this pen's poison
Defeated honorees trade self-made mythologies Who are these vampires, these ugly beauties?
We are
We are steering by falling stars, swearing upon a lexicon of scars,

But sweetest revenge never comes true
Why sing it again?
Try something new
Test for fatal deficits

Prove to you that you exist
Part-time assassin, who's next on this list?
We are
We are steering by falling stars, swearing upon a lexicon of scars,
But sweetest revenge never

Comes true
Why sing it again?
Try something new
If this is a curse, it christens you King Midas in reverse without retinue,
Your mercenary faith begging for proof when sweetest revenge never comes true

Why sing it again?
Why sing it again?