Machiavellism

Wanna play a little game?
The show begins

The victims

Look over the faces of society
Read the patterns between the lines
You'll find the faceless best of man
Read them again; can you find the common sequence?
Desire for love is exceeding its limits
The fake, the lie and the egoistical love
The screams of them calling for the innocents
Draining them to the marrow of their bones
The liar who can't help itself
Or the hourglass dying for a night of sex
The whiny scorn before the smiling face of caring
Or the disorder, the riot highlighting an already gone past
Disowned, they need to leech
They smile and lie, their tools working
Bearing the pain of society, without realizing
The balance of love, their fascist starving

The lesson

"Be thankful of what you've got"
A slut shares her fake love for money
But without a need, they lust for people's votes
Love's balance must be kept for sanity
And unless solitude is wanted, the bitch needs silence
Gentle lies are not needed when it's surrounded
Avoid the mutation from muse to cliché
Acceptance, allowance, no wannabes supposed to be shown
The supreme honesty must be displayed at full
And the treasure love is, treasured beyond the principles

The games

Starve yourself while you can
But "Bon appetit!" I'll say, the venom wraps you slowly
The venom whose antidote is in one of those meals
Delicatessens especially for you, from pork to chips
And from a healthy barbecue to an extremely greasy Arabian cake
McDonald's would laugh at your healthy campaigns
A top model wannabe devouring its worst sins

How much do you love your talents?
The gas camera has to please the crowd with your beauty
But your own nails are the tool now
And your breasts, your muscles, the key keepers
Can you dig through them and destroy your flesh?
Touch your inner yourself, know you're warm, free yourself
From the prison of skin and bones you were given

Starve for love, but be aware of destiny
Friendship is not stronger than survivor's instincts
Face your crucified friends, girlfriends, boyfriends, one by one
As many doors as friends, but only one leading to freedom
Tools are provided, for the keys to destinations are inside their throats
Commit a mistake and kill another, but remember poison is inside you
Be thankful of what you've got: You might have killed them before

Fear your past, the one you brag so reluctantly about
Share the room with a starving rapist who holds your salvation
Guts are what you need to dig under his strong muscles
Before your brain is torn by his almighty hand of doom
Both holding the answers to the lock of your room
Time kills, don't let the story of your pride blind you
Flashback and remember, you're the hurting one

Face the love you feel for it's the last time in sight
Asymmetric is the way out and the lock is hidden
Break your eyeballs, you won't need them
Accept love as it comes, the source has no blame
As the gate must be open with the tokens inside them
Freedom, its price was so high
But even hell feels the stones of good intentions

The fellows

The legacy must be put into the books
And sleepless fascists, beasts of man
Pulling the tips and tricks around, indulgence is not allowed
For a society without the wrist cutters of solitude
Loneliness, love and life, three Ls of freedom
Their values must be kept and rejection is forbidden
Traditions must be followed and compensated are the efforts
Build the labyrinth again and again
Bring knowledge through extreme forms
For that's the way extreme people grows