We inspect your mind. You hope you can hide, though all are confined by that certain sign.
The inborn addiction all undergoes. None's excluded since in the embryos. When you believe yourself superior, the blind cul-de-sac would come even closer.
Make him stumble, no remorse, shame on you. Cunning tactics, 'tis a hoax, woe to you.
How long will you keep up the disguise, once the devious manoeuvre's reached its demise?
You may pretend... rest in your delusion, but beware as the end is nigh. This naked and grotesque deformity will be revealed viciously. We see your anxiety from deep within, the panic and fear in your eyes. You may draw from the heart of this torment. Behind the veil there're only lies.
‘One thing you cannot hide, is when you are crippled inside.’
The inborn addiction all undergoes. None's excluded since in the embryos. When you believe yourself superior, the blind cul-de-sac would come even closer.
Make him stumble, no remorse, shame on you. Cunning tactics, 'tis a hoax, woe to you.
How long will you keep up the disguise, once the devious manoeuvre's reached its demise?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
