Guilty Pleasure - Fatal Care | Текст песни

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• Guilty Pleasure
• Fatal Care

This creased reflection in the dirt — I can't recall it
If to be clean is so much hurt-I would'vecontrol it
I've never to get back-to where I came from
(It's in the eyes if all your friends, that looks so hateful)

I've come through hollowness and lies
I felt real pain you can't deny
I was so, lonesome and so sick
And now you tell me: you don't try

....and the truth that opens: there's nothing you can do
You can built this desert with your religion too

No one could ever bring me down- but you could do it
It's in the part of therapy — to put me through it
My head is breathing with disease
I need some silence
Your care for me just making sick
It's more like violence

I won't confess you in my sins:you see, my blame just begins
Your present was my own hell
It's full of smiles that now grins

And that's your lie...
And that's your lie...
And that's your lie...
Please, don't treat me with your fatal care