For better or for worse We're digging our own graves In the presence of infinity it seems It doesn't make much sense
Our passion and our greed They form the strongest tie On the surface we are all becoming Witches and spies
A powerhouse That's bound to fall No matter which track we choose The train's about to derail
That's how We learn The impossible
There's no clarity Decency Sanctity Empathy Amity Or any other means of caring about one other
There's only apathy Cruelty Vanity Villainy Mockery Travesty that we call our lives... you get my point
Left out Left out From this world
Left out Left out My own choice
I don't need these ties These witches and spies
I don't need these ties, no Thesse witches These witches and spiesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
