Lie into my face! No problem! Like your true friends, all of them You think I'm joking when I tell you Your place is here were GOnE! [2x] And your not
good reason And I'll be there Like a thief, you've stolen Like rain on a grave Like a priest who's spoken But failed to save Now the air is empty And
one good reason And I'll be there Like a thief you've stolen Like rain on a grave Like a priest who's spoken But failed to save Now the air is empty
to die slow This love is deepest of grave and it's forever Snake pit, you're venom beyond measure Pandora's box a lot, my treasure If love is strong as the grave
of faceless liars At the edge of existence We the clays of intention have ripened in your image Ah, the binds of tradition Your archaic deception numbs our empty
And I'll be there And like a thief you've stolen And like rain on a grave And like a priest who's spoken But failed to save Now the air is empty And
ad lib Silence screams you were robbing the crib Say it ain't none of my business, huh? A woman's got a right to choose Now a grave digger, next you
first But now I view it as a curse Dig my grave and rent the hearse! Yes, every morning I take a walk That leads me trapped in an empty box A liar's
to borrow I just need to send them away Long eyes and tears of sorrow I promise I'll keep them safe So sorry it didn't work out You believed the liar
game on earth Only an empty grave awaits Die Nazarine Christ! You're hoping for a place in heaven Could be hell Only an empty grave awaits No ressurection
man with a will as strong declared a war to win. His army of believers was faithful, mighty and brave. Set to capture the liar, to forever enslave. His
you, it's me, destined, disease An empty hollow past Future full of doubt A burning question still Which one to cancel out A body in a box Flowers on the grave
. He speaks quite well of you; He confessed emptiness; I think he still wants you And there are parts of you he'd love to take with him to his grave
race of faceless liars At the edge of existence We the clays of intention have ripened in your image Ah the binds of tradition Your archaic deception numbs our empty
demons won. Somehow I knew I'd never see that second life. Somehow I knew I'd die empty inside. I should have been a liar because I've got a lot to hide
