Lust in pictures
Demeaning in purpose
Tired so tired
Yet trying to inspire
A lack of faith
A great imagination
A perfect perception
Of guilt-ridden photographs of you
Of you
Demeaning in purpose
Tired so tired
Yet trying to inspire
A lack of faith
A great imagination
A perfect perception
Of guilt-ridden photographs of you
Of you
Besides, besides
Simple lies
Are what we are
And what we have
Won't hurt anymore
Silently waiting
For a moment with you
As I tie you into nothing
Understand my hate for you
What is wrong or what is right
I push you through
I can't live
With or without you
Besides, besides
Simple lies
Are what we are
And what we have
Won't hurt anymore
Insomnia keeps us alive
We will rest in death
I will make you pay in other ways
I will try to put my self back
Together again
Besides, besides
Simple lies
Are what we are
And what we have
Won't hurt anymore
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