What are you playing at? What do you take me for? What makes you think that I won't notice, What you're going for? These sick games you're playing at, Cheating the system, that's your aim, You think I can't do it, but let me tell you now, Two can play your game, And maybe a few more as well, If you still think that you can win against me, Somehow still thinking you stand a chance, But every wrong move has its fee, If you think I won't be loud about it, If you think I won't tell a soul, Then, you're absolutely right, That's not me, I won't take that role, That's not how I do it, That's not true, not one of my claims, The way I operate is universes away from yours, So, two can play your games, Cursed games, Rigged games, Sick games, Rigged games, Bait games, Rigged games, Oh, your rigged games, Those which I too can play, In which you think I'll have some empathy, That'll get you to win with your games with glee, But those days are over, I've learnt my lesson, Empathy is no longer a word in my dictionary, For all but few, Though that's not what I tell you, not one of my aims, But what I will is simple, yet true, Two can play your games.
I think this will end up a series... I'll make a studio for this anthology. Not my image btw
