| Would you be so satisfied
if I told you lies
Would it make it right
No, I won't justify
Your masquerade - like cries
I know it will go by
There is no soul
No soul could chain mine
and call it it's own
I'll be your
Reason to loathe-shoot you futile bolt
Don't push it, I know you know you're
Held by the cold - Do what you are told
The icon of dominance
Distort it all you can
This full-blown masterplan
Will get you in a jam
When cheers form into jeers
Despair is drawin' near
Glances grow to become
the weapons of fear
Can't you see me
Can't you see me stalking
Day - dream escape - Surreal haze
Distort it all you can
There is no soul
No soul could ever make me it's own
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AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
