Poison (Explicit)

Like Chaucer's

Canterbury Tales

When three men find a pot of gold

And end up killing one another in the name of greed

Some people are ******

Under my skin like *****

And I'll stare in their eye to annoy them

Well they're ****** yeah they're ******

Admissions of liabilities

I'm living in my own private cold war

In a room full of spies and I cannot find the door

Some people are ******

Under my skin like *****

And I'll stare in their eye to annoy them

Well they're ****** yeah they're ******

The violent aspects of a tattered man

Let me respond to that if I can

Illuminated Manuscripts written by hand

Accusations have been made form the very beginning

Some people are ******

Under my skin like *****

And I'll stare in their eye to annoy them

Well they're ****** yeah they're ******

Yeah you're ******* ******