I’m infectious as confection   I kill any sweet tooth   It all started with my crazy crocked time frame   I’m a misspend you   Everything I seem to finish   Was the best I ever had   I’m a creature of habit   But all of them are bad      I’m prone to confrontation   I’m prone stimulation   Do to my lack of complication   I’ve got morals of convenience      If time were really on our side   Why do I look ahead   How come we always wake up   On opposite sides of the bed?   And if you wrote me backwards   My tongue would be my sword   Bu tit’s not my only weapon   And soon you’ll feel all of my discord      I’m prone domination   I’m prone exaggeration   Do to my lack of complication    I have morals of convenience      And you should   Watch your back   I’m a savant of the art of war   And you’ll get what you deserve   If you play with this conquistador!      I’m prone manipulation   I’m prone annihilation   Do to my lack of complication    I have morals of convenience