Trapped Fortuneado
Trapped In A Suit Of Fools
I stand trapped in my fools suit as i am aproched by one whos face wore a mask of friendship a smile that i know now was one of stelthy deceit
My heart a battle drum throbbing in my brest my captor seems to enjoy the psycotic plesure of bringing my death to me with haste
I know now that from the first moment I agreed on joining my aquantance my murder was planned with worrying acuracy
I was blinded by his asumed good intentions
I let myself becom the charecter my costume now my burial suit portrayed
My friend hear this
Never let the spirits cloud your mind when you are in the presence of one who wears a mask.