Cacophony (The Death Of Affection)
(Indisponível)
lie with those sweet words that fall from your lips
stare so cold and calulating worht the risk
escape from this life of expectations to finally die free
the virus grows inside my head here
it makes me speak in screams and whispers
no need to aplolgize
I see deceit behind your eyes
there is nothingleft for us here
start a war
a war for two
a final suicide
I can share with you
the death of affection
under your discretion
breathe life to the lifeless
breathe life
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