You running down the road of your vanity and greed
I have a hundred faces and I’ll promise what you need
This world is crumbling down in the eye of a crow
I am a great pretender that snare life of yours
Nothing left behind
Play with devil ninety-nine
You’ve got a riddle but no clue
This hook got caught up you
The more you look the less you see, you swallowed the bait
I am the lord of forgery, the master of a fake
Your wishes lead you to a trap and I will wait you there
I am the trickster, God of lie; I’ll drive you to a snare
Nothing left behind
Play with devil ninety-nine
You’ve got a riddle but no clue
This hook got caught up you
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