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Текст: Shabutie. Camoflauge.

Home whispers words
And the bullseye smote the honest
Before the hunt, I feel I'm getting used to them
Tired from the effects from memory
Fluttering relapse
Sparks of sudden interest and truth

Trying to get myself from this stain!
Begins to multiply, whoa!
We echo through this song
Yes, and in it's words, I'll rise!

But yes, I caught this stain!
Begins to multiply, whoa!
We echo through this song
Yes, and in its words, I'll rise!

Can you see what you cannot have?
Which in all honesty
You may think you do, but you don't
Question, question: Love?

I wouldn't give you the time of day!

Like I said
Pinging in the same tone of voice
Can you hear me in this sound?
Sound..

Yes, I caught this stain!
Begins to multiply, whoa!
We echo through this song
Yes, and in it's words, I'll rise!

Yes, I caught this stain!
Yes it begins to multiply, whoa!
We echo through this song
Yes, and in it's words, I'll rise!

I wish you'd leave me alone!

In all our consciousness

I come pummel you down
Inspire thought unconsciously
Why can't you bring it?
Bring back in each mistake
I begin a lie
I wish that this lie...

Oh, what's the matter?

Born!
Yes, I told you what the fuck is all this shit for?
(Change my view) I could not lie to you

Born!
Yes, I told you what the fuck is all this shit for?
You know I could not lie to you

(Lie.. I speak sinking.. Lie..
I cannot.. The people..
Walked away..)

Oh, a lie, oh
Oh..
Oh, a lie, a lie, a lie, a lie

Born!
My hands are cold, what the fuck is all this shit for?
I could not lie to you

Born!
Yes, I told you what the fuck is all this shit for?
You know I could not lie to you

(Why don't you stop the fiction?)