Riot.

You want a riot? I'll give you one. You have no idea who I am. How alike we really are. How easily I recognize those tells. Those key movements that give way to the nerves. Eating your soul alive everytime you lie. Everytime you scare yourself with how easily it comes, and how shockingly perfect it sounds to the untrained ear.

Yes, it's magnetic. There is no doubt. But  I see through you. I cannot judge, nor give you any reason to stop the lies and sneaky behavior. God knows I am guiltier than thee. But I will tell you this. It will never work. Magnetism aside. Harmony aside. I will never believe a word that comes out of that succulent mouth. Because there will always be the voice in the back of my mind telling me it likely isn't true. I stopped being the victim a long time ago. I eat people like you for breakfast. So please spare me the melodrama this time and just back away slowly, or else a riot is exactly what you will get.