Lyrics
His speech was smooth like butter,
but in his heart was war.
His words were soft as oil,
yet they were drawn like swords.
For it was an enemy,
I think that I could bear it.
One who hates and plans against me,
I could hide and then forget it.
My companion.
A man, my equal.
Dos compadres
Literally a friend.
Anger has such close deceit,
I will be rectified.
Day and night deseption calls,
Around, upon her, still you crawl.
I will take no more.
My betrayal.
Fallen name.
Call for justice.
Finally put to shame.
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