The Fine And Subtle Art Of Deception in Killwhitneydead

What you see is what you get
I am the bastard you won't forget
Pocket my fists
Hide fingers clenched
Betrayal makes me want to take a swing
A crooked smile smothers the pain
Submerge the hate that begs to seethe
I want to rip out your heart
All your promises were just lies