A machine in the world of man

I want you to die
Every time you steal my heart
it's mine to steal as I please

And I can't ignore your theft inside as insight
but your heart is monetary and that just kills me
I want you to die every time you steal my heart
when my eyes severe your embarrassing repertoire
your bloodshot eyes even the score
and I don't think i've had the pleasure to remain so heartless
how can it seem so heartless?
how can it stay so heartless
bring that venom to my thought
I like the feeling of it raping my symmetry that middle class morale
that beaming heartless smile
you spoiled sweat tastes like a lie LIAR
what's the next chapter the masses are waiting for
it seems you want your heart to rot and I want to smile
leave me cold, leave me hateful
(Ricky Roma)
then I declare you a liar
I can see the spoiled death in you