4 acessos
All over the place
I can feel the looks,
I can read between the lines of your books
My blood is taken that's my life about
To lose those things I haven't even got
Twisted words and stripped naked smiles
Concealed faces are the same behind repainted masks of lies
Buried reasons can't stand the test of time
Don't trouble the water because foul waxworks-faces stare in your eyes
Days of ours are pushed
In a nameless grave
The hitman and the mourner are the same
Smile flits across the disguise of condolence
Raised the veil there stare the eyes those glance