Gaslighter

Light it up

Set it off

Make believe

Her marbles lost

How dare she hold me accountable for everything I did?

Let me turn the table

Let’s pretend she lost her shit

I will come up with fake sense to put in it

Grant me this

 

Oh that fine line between

Heaven and Hell

I tip toe around it

I know the grounds well

Playing your victim, your hero

Again and again

To deflect from the serial monster

I am

 

Oh how I love to feed you fear

Wrapped up in smoke

So you always stay clear

From the light and the truth

That you hold so dear

 

If only you would trust your gut

Instead of this ghost

If only you would follow

Those gathered crumbs

You would find your way home

To freedom and peace

The place you love most

 

Let me scramble your mind

Break your spirit 

Erase all the signs

I am the Lord of your land

Far beyond enemy lines

My eyes always hungry

My hands never cold

If only you knew how many they hold

 

So I light it up

And set it off

Make believe

Your marbles lost

How dare you hold me accountable for everything I did?

Just let me turn the table and pretend you lost your shit

You know I’ll come up with fake sense to put in it

 

Grant me this