The golden gates become a holding cell With sleight of hand you have locked me in Your charities a courtesy where cruel intentions lie As I make my way in suspicious crowds The smiles begin to rise I find you so misleading
Patch work frays Cruel intentions now remain You always pinned me as a castaway Cruel incentives claim the stage Guilty of your first betrayal
The night sets in Drawn to illusions that you proudly made (The night sets in) You serve it cold no guilt With all the glass words that you put in place (The night sets in) I find you so misleading Your cruel intentions will claim
Patch work frays Cruel intentions now remain You always pinned me as a castaway Cruel incentives claim the stage Guilty of your first betrayal
The golden gates become a holding cell With sleight of hand you have locked me in I find you so misleading Your cruel intentions will claim Another victim again
Patch work frays Cruel intentions now remain You always pinned me as a castaway Cruel incentives claim the stage Guilty of your first betrayal
I realize that I'm the castaway As the night sets in I had to fall in to find out Your cruel intentions I had to fall in to find out Your cruel intentionsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
