Lust in pictures Demeaning in purpose, Tired so tired Yet trying to inspire, A lack of faith, A great imagination, A perfect perception Of guilt-ridden photographs of you, Of you...
Besides, Besides!
Simple lies Are what we are And what we have Won't hurt anymore.
Silently waiting For a moment with you, As I tie you into nothing, Understand my hate for you What is wrong or what is right, I push you through, I can't live With or without you.
Besides, Besides!
Simple lies Are what we are And what we have Won't hurt anymore.
Insomnia keeps us alive, We will rest in death, I will make you pay in other ways, I will try to put my self back Together again.
Besides, Besides!
Simple lies Are what we are And what we have Won't hurt anymore!