It’s not that case upon a stage
When someone sold the better things from his world
The so-called pain becomes a forgiven shame
You tried to be someone, but you’ll never be the same
Think I’m lying
It's worth it
So let's thrive, cause my mind is gone.
Your god won’t come
A single touch is just a deal
The more you pure, the less sacrament is left to kill
You know it all was for the fame
If once you’re in, your line will burst into a spangle flame
Think I’m lying
It's worth it
So let's thrive, cause my mind is gone.
Your god won’t come
And every word – is a single moan
You’re diving fast, but never roam.