BleedingTrickster

List is in voracious need
The big T now on the lead
Plays roguish games only at night
Hiding in silence and shadows of light

A joker with very tricky devious hit
Messing along with all yours brainshit
Plays practical jokes to abuse you
Leads to believe that something's not true

Stirs up your precious curiosity
Strikes with tameless ferocity
He chases like vampire
Makes you tremble, perspire

Very big guns made of words
Used to take control over herds
Though list dies and the trickster still thrives
You won't escape with your long sparkling knives

And suddenly he understood
Did something that he never should
The civil war tears everyting apart
And always ends with the bleeding of the heart...

But the escape velocity has already been reached.
Resounded the footsteps of death and a screech
and left him only two faced, some intelectual shit
blood, much of diversity and wit...