歌词
The god of deceptiona man with your facesee him still wonderingsearching for your graveneedles called lusterit's only a one night standand you are six feet underdead by your own handas you lost your destinationsomething drilled holes in your soulit's time to meet your makerraise the relief on your templeas you lost your destinationsomething drilled holes in your soulit's time to meet your makerraise the relief on your templemake them blame themselvesregret the deceaseduntil the truth kills it's noveltyattrition of their beliefsas you lost your destinationsomething drilled holes in your soulit's time to meet your makerraise the relief on your templeit's the pain that calls the tunethose heartbreaking momentsmislaid it allall the happinessyou can die at your leisuremake them blame themselvesregret the deceaseduntil the truth kills its noveltyattrition of their beliefs