I'm infectious as confection
I kill any sweet tooth
It all started with my crazy crooked time frame
Of my misspent youth and
Everything I seem to finish
Was the best I ever had
I'm a creature of habit
But all of them are bad
I'm prone to confrontation
I'm prone stimulation
Do to my lack of complication
I've got morals of convenience
If time were really on our side
Why do I look ahead
How come we always wake up
On different corners of the bed?
And if you wrote me backwards
My tongue would be my sword
But I'm my only weapon
And soon you'll feel all of my discord
I'm prone domination
I'm prone exaggeration
Do to my lack of complication
I have morals of convenience
And you should
Watch your back
I'm a savant of the art of war
And you'll get what you deserve
If you're gonna play with this conquistador!
I'm prone manipulation
I'm prone annihilation
Do to my lack of complication
I have morals of convenience