You might have changed your view point
From a horizontal to a vertical plane.
Yet everything you say reminds me
That your point of view remains unchanged.
You may hide behind labels and brands
Your cruelly twisted frame of mind.
But no matter how trendy the clothes,
They can never conceal your dirty soul.
You sacrifice my pride on the altar of your greed.
A repeat performance, till I finally yield
Something more than I need to survive.
Another chapter in his-story – that’s my claim to fame.