Cruel Intentions -

The golden gates become a holding cell

With sleight of hand you have locked me in

Your charities a courtesy where cruel intentions lie

As I make my way in suspicious crowds

The smiles begin to rise

I find you so misleading

Patch work frays

Cruel intentions now remain

You always pinned me as a castaway

Cruel incentives claim the stage

Guilty of your first betrayal

The night sets in

Drawn to illusions that you proudly made

(The night sets in)

You serve it cold no guilt

With all the glass words that you put in place

(The night sets in)

I find you so misleading

Your cruel intentions will claim

Patch work frays

Cruel intentions now remain

You always pinned me as a castaway

Cruel incentives claim the stage

Guilty of your first betrayal

The golden gates become a holding cell

With sleight of hand you have locked me in

I find you so misleading

Your cruel intentions will claim

Another victim again

Patch work frays

Cruel intentions now remain

You always pinned me as a castaway

Cruel incentives claim the stage

Guilty of your first betrayal

I realize that I’m the castaway

As the night sets in

I had to fall in to find out

Your cruel intentions

I had to fall in to find out

Your cruel intentions