its the secret way i want to quit, all the public mud and get the self esteem, straight to the oracle and see, a chance that wont let us down
its a special challenge we must complete, earning of the century, st peters gift only thing in which you really can believe, being unimportant to conceal
trust as silly as it seems noone ever hears you its time to let it all discreditate their world, they feed the lights that give no warm, they pray no gods but prostitutes, they so unimmortable
running out the time when city waits in the parallel where noone lays its just like songs that write themselves, horror in the glass, make them praise
trust as silly as it seems noone ever hears you its time to let it all discreditate their world, they feed the lights that give no warm, they pray no gods but prostitutes, they so unimmortable
poor alibies, never-ending, can we control our souls when we despire and pretending patricians in the chains
poor alibies, never-ending, can we control our souls when we despire and pretending its great time to escape