| The god of deception
|
| A man with your face
|
| See him still wondering
|
| Searching for your grave
|
| Needles called luster
|
| It’s only a one night stand
|
| And you are six feet under
|
| Dead by your own hand
|
| As you lost your destination
|
| Something drilled holes in your soul
|
| It’s time to meet your maker
|
| Raise the relief on your temple
|
| As you lost your destination
|
| Something drilled holes in your soul
|
| It’s time to meet your maker
|
| Raise the relief on your temple
|
| Make them blame themselves
|
| Regret the deceased
|
| Until the truth kills it’s novelty
|
| Attrition of their beliefs
|
| Their beliefs
|
| As you lost your destination
|
| Something drilled holes in your soul
|
| It’s time to meet your maker
|
| Raise the relief on your temple
|
| As you lost your destination
|
| Something drilled holes in your soul
|
| It’s time to meet your maker
|
| Raise the relief on your temple
|
| It’s the pain that calls the tune
|
| Those heartbreaking moments
|
| Mislaid it all, all the happiness
|
| You can die at your leisure
|
| Make them blame themselves
|
| Regret the deceased
|
| Until the truth kills its novelty
|
| Attrition of their beliefs |