Look into his eyes Never look again So much to hide For fear that he has sinned He's lost all self control In his life he has no goal He feels
In the daylight comes darkness On the verge of night a fear is born Sweeter than the dream, the reality of you Immaculate deception, deception From the
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I'm in tight with a demon called Deception It's alright he's a treating me quite well I'm in tight with a demon called Deception He's right beside me
Their 2 + 2 does not equal 4 Their 2 + 2 equals whatever, they want us to die for About face, snap to attention Form your own conclusions to the things
Don't let money change ya Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Laah, di-dah, da
Glowing heat, horizon swims Wall less labyrinth Grace and ugliness Combined like never before It's hell on Earth, desert law Where water means gold
Enter your my world, deception Enter your my world, deception Deception Deception Deception
I feel unreal I feel this every day I steal to feel And I steal your heart away You're next And I sense You're coming in the rain To see you, me Believing
*bac masked* I don't know what to do I'm not the reason I'll never waste another day searching to find the reason why did I choose to play this game
Did you ever hear about the great deception? Well the plastic revolutionaries take the money and run Have you ever been down to love city? Where they
do you remember the time we went hand in hand, through the garden like the words right out of a movie so i made up a bit in my head that you felt what
[Gift of Gab] Don't let money change ya! Laaaaah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah [4X] [Gift of Gab] This is a story of a kid his name
Ti avvicinasti piano col pathos di un notturno: sotto il sole un pieno di gente, ma si fece buio presto intorno. E avvinti e immemori ci baciammo
their 2 + 2 does not equal 4 their 2 + 2 equals whatver, they want us to die for about face! - snap to attention form your own conclusions to the things
Time has imprisoned on my soul Religion in the path of what compels me Lies instrument the holy hate Deceiving of the weak in faith intention Suffering
Glowing heat, horizon swims Wall-less labyrinth Grace and ugliness, combined like never before It's hell on earth, desert law Where water means gold
In the daylight, comes darkness, on the verge of Night a fear is born, Sweeter than the dream, the reality of you, Immaculate, deception. From the spirit