[Mors Alba]
Lied to me
Lied to me
Lied to me
You lied to me
Lied to me
Lied to me
Lied to me
You lied to me
It's not hard to see
Your monochrome deceit
As i tried to plea
For your words
Your warmth
Curse has touched me
Burning me
Searing me
I feel defeat and now the hatred's on top of me
I can't f*cking speak
Why the f*ck am I like this?
I can't fight this disease
Infects us to the point that
Communication is none
And puppetry is our artistry!
I don't know -
Where the words came off (came off!)
From the start I torn off myself
The soul
And the heart
And I harp on strings that rust!
But maybe god was wrong
Cause I don't feel I belong
And honestly I should have died young!
I know I'm shooting blanks with no gun! (no gun!)
Paranoia turned me numb
To the devil in my lung
You've won
Because baby I'm done
And maybe
Maybe
I was always meant to run!