Bête Noire

For the first time in my life
I don't know how I feel
I don't envy you
You don't adopt, you steal
You've gone too far by
Desecrating our mecca
Degrading our language
For your own pleasure
You turn my painful moments
Into satiric happy ones
I don't know how I should feel
But my patience is gone

I think I wanna kill you
But I believe in peace, bitch

You're consciously taking from others
To build a truthless castle for your trumped up lovers
You may not suspect
It might be automatic
It might only be an involuntary habit
And I can't speak for others
But take this as a warning
If I marched against you
I think I'd have an army

What do I do with my fury?
Do I really need you in my life?
Your life is a mimicry
And you hack my mind see less