Man thinks he is the crown of god's creation He thinks he can control everything to please his soul When we don't know real love And find no answer above We're alone, build an own shelter of fantasy We found heaven we found hell In illusionary fields When we need a little spell We need illusionary fields Sometimes beauty's a beast And like a whore on duty she simulates Paradise in a land of lies Sometimes too blind to see That love and lust don't agree We adore this whore and turn to fantasyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
