Deception is not in your lies Oblivion is not in my self A lovely day in bloody cries The pervert way to my private hell Just walking on the leathal blade The snake's on skin, but it exites The step you took, the kiss I made The tunnel of sin. The scare's inside
It's so clear, it's so vaguely You can behold, I cannot Since I blind bird, I learn flying With no reason, just as I want
I'll show you dance, I'll teach you speak But I cannot describe the love My vision's gloom, I'm old and sick In arrogance I rest in dole Deception is not in your lies Oblivion is not in my self A lonely age in frosen rhymes The only way - don't try to escape
