This game of masquerade is taking its toll Pick up the gun and point the targeted The shadow casts the glimpse before you Take a hard look and bring the judgement with no proof
We're silently crawling to someone else's throne with no crowns We praise the Demons Pray to Gods Under velvet dying sky All we ever learned's how to throw the blade on the ground What we've become, what you have done The wake will purify it all
We keep drawing cheerful lines on our faces Dancing with the vices of despair No one can see the cold behind the flames Confessions stay away from the others' blamesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
