Look into his eyes Never look again So much to hide For fear that he has sinned He's lost all self control In his life he has no goal He feels
In the daylight comes darkness On the verge of night a fear is born Sweeter than the dream, the reality of you Immaculate deception, deception From the
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I'm in tight with a demon called Deception It's alright he's a treating me quite well I'm in tight with a demon called Deception He's right beside me
You believe and worship Something that does not exist The supernatural events Were never proven to be true Never, your future is to be saved When you
In the old stairway In the streams of rain Your love is imprisoned It's got only one queen Golden heart You laid at its feet Had cracked before you understood
Don't let money change ya Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Laah, di-dah, da
Enter your my world, deception Enter your my world, deception Deception Deception Deception
*bac masked* I don't know what to do I'm not the reason I'll never waste another day searching to find the reason why did I choose to play this game
I'd like to tell you what's on her mind her deceitful ways and all her lies, but I don't know what she's gonna do next when you turn your head. What
For many years I put my trust in you Perceiving the vows I took that were true Only to learn all had been lost to you To search for meanings not truly
it's like a maggot digging in a rotten brain it's like a leech suck my blood demented serpents coming to infact the brain return my mind return
do you remember the time we went hand in hand, through the garden like the words right out of a movie so i made up a bit in my head that you felt what
[Gift of Gab] Don't let money change ya! Laaaaah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah [4X] [Gift of Gab] This is a story of a kid his name
Ti avvicinasti piano col pathos di un notturno: sotto il sole un pieno di gente, ma si fece buio presto intorno. E avvinti e immemori ci baciammo
Time has imprisoned on my soul Religion in the path of what compels me Lies instrument the holy hate Deceiving of the weak in faith intention Suffering
In the daylight, comes darkness, on the verge of Night a fear is born, Sweeter than the dream, the reality of you, Immaculate, deception. From the spirit