They play divine as immortal sons
pulling triggers and then they switch and run
as long as you have nothing to add,
they run the show...
How? Can you get a single shot
with a life like that
so now... will you ever conclude
as it turns to a lack?
Deceivement,believe it...-can you feel it flow?

-As a weapon of your vanity
they crave for a soulaching desire
(won't you play with me...)
as time's standing still, they've praised a liar

So now...- Let me get a minute of our precious time
so how...- Do you feel now as the vanity is easy to find?
Deceivement,believe it...-can you feel it grow?

(repeat chorus; except: "won't you stay with me")

I swear, you're nothing like me
and it will never set you free
you won't be able to be down there alone
they fill you up 'till you're ripped and torn
you life is out there for disposal
knocked out, before you're ready to leave
cause i swear, you're nothing like me!
As i reckon your insanity

(chorus 2x)

Writer : WICHERS, PETER LEO RICKARD / STRID, BJOERN OVE INGEMAR
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.