Letra de Scumbag blues

Innocence has no resistance
Against a wicked counselor such as I.
You won´t make it out.
Shall I lead you to my parlor,
Poison offers disguised, in just your size.
You won´t make it out.
You may think me altruistic,
Feel my dark hypnosis closing in.
You won´t make it out.

Then you grow cold,
Cold as a stare.
As if no,
None, could compare.
But you don´t know,
How close,
To ensnare.
When I control,
You will despair.

Sycophancy, solipsistic,
Spider plays the fool
To lure the fly.
You won´t make it out.

Then you grow cold,
Cold as a stare.
As if no, none, could compare.
But you don´t know,
How close,
To ensnare.
When I control,
You will despair.