I can tell that you've never been true to me,
I can smell that you're acting so fearfully,
I can hear that you're hoping I want to hear,
I can feel the alarm above ringing in me,
I can touch as I know you don't feel a thing,
I can pray, but I know you commit a sin,
I can sense now it all become clear to see,
You're no good, and you mean no good, treacherously.