Arch Enemy

My lover
is a mas­ter­piece
is forged by gifted hands
is a sleeper
a can­ni­bal
a trai­tor behind the lines

you give your all
wait­ing for a chance
to strike me down
so cow­ardly
stab me from behind
and spill my blood
arch enemy
hurt me when I’m weak
you shoot my heart and head

a can­cer
an antag­o­nist
a mas­ter of dis­guise
a slaver
a dead end street
a cas­tle built on sand

I gave you all
wait­ing for a chance
to strike you down
stab you from behind
and spill your blood
arch enemy
hurt you while you sleep
I shoot your heart and head