Best Policy

You're in control.
The smell of ash, alkaline, hangs in the air on every word you choose.
Hollow point vacant eyes penetrate the heart and tear clean through.
You cheat, you deceive, and you lie all to maintain control.
Every word falsified, your tongue is pathological.
Points of view realigned, coerced, so you can keep control.
It makes it easier on you.
You're a fucking liar.