THE VICTIM I’ve never felt this way before When all the creatures came ashore So as he offered me his hand I offered him my soul under command His command
THE PRETENDER To reign over you Seems grey turns into blue But it’s just a lie Ally
THE MOB One step closer To satisfy the vulture Some will die
Our vice locked away A Two thousand yard stare As the pretender turns the key
THE MEDUSA A preview of coming attractions A spitfire of reactions As we show You need fine guests for a perfect crime
THE ASSASSIN I am tired I am tired of your crimes And I am tired I am tired of your filth
Gilded and crowned Perfect disguise Never meant to be found I am tired of seeing that no change is near I am tired of being alone with my fears
So I try I try for myself Wipe them all out Put their heads on my shelf
THE MANIPULATORS To fill a barn with mouldy hay To feed it to their dreams and To poison them with themselves
We keep the truth away While needles rest in their veins We rip the world apart While they rot in temples of goldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
