Ploys

Why would Thy care? Thou must just be bluffing Being sad makes me happy The truth is nothing The carriage rake Rattles As my brain throbs with pain Garbot he calls Brain plunders, the shame This looming temptation Charisma elates them When we talk of the times We talk in the past tense This looming temptation Charisma elates them When we talk of the times We talk in the past tense Are these talks just ploys That caplets won't shake? Crumble cracked conscience End my dismay This looming temptation Charisma elates them When we talk of the times We talk in the past tense This looming temptation Charisma elates them When we talk of the times We talk in the past tense