I´m infectious as confection
I kill any sweet tooth
It all started with my crazy crocked time frame
I´m a misspend you
Everything I seem to finish
Was the best I ever had
I´m a creature of habit
But all of them are bad
I´m prone to confrontation
I´m prone stimulation
Do to my lack of complication
I´ve got morals of convenience
If time were really on our side
Why do I look ahead
How come we always wake up
On opposite sides of the bed?
And if you wrote me backwards
My tongue would be my sword
Bu tit´s not my only weapon
And soon you´ll feel all of my discord
I´m prone domination
I´m prone exaggeration
Do to my lack of complication I have morals of convenience
And you should
Watch your back I´m a savant of the art of war
And you´ll get what you deserve
If you play with this conquistador!
I´m prone manipulation
I´m prone annihilation
Do to my lack of complication
I have morals of convenience