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
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
