Текст песни Fourth Dimension - Обман

Fire burns me inside
I know it looks like a lie
It is a thin stream of blood
Spreading over me , sharpening his knife .
I can kill himself
a bleeding
In the hands , breaking the last bone
In your strange paradise I'm just a guest.
World of illusions and lies
Fills all around
Flowing down the faces of the soul
Mutes the sound of my heart .

This world is a wounded stranger to me
I'm tired , I do not want to cry
I 'll rip the veil from the stars
That would just fall down .

Thin thread of truth
Vyskolzaet out of hand, cuts in the blood
I would like to forget it
But my opinion is eclipsed again .