Agathocles -

Grinding, mincing, cutting your mind Do not think that I will fall for your regrets Because of all lies, I can see the real you That's why I can see through your hypocrisy Year after year, you have fed me with lies You were always pretending, pretending to be nice Your abuse of my trust, has provoked my hate Fuck your excuses because all is too late Things I believed as true have now become lies The ignorance in me has flown away like flies The kindness I used to have is now replaced by hate Don't talk shit about regrets, 'cause all is too fucking late