I speak of people whose name is disguise
The myth of flavour appears with no sign

'cause I see it coming, like a long lost friend
A temple of rubble, the low and blind betray
Inane, the pleasures that leave a sorry state
You're told of treasures, indulgence cannot wait

But wait for tomorrow and steal some sanity
Insane thoughts are borrowed, unable to repay them back
As I now fall: fall into deprivation
Fall: fallen there's still tomorrow
Love hides the things you'll never know

A lack of reason that makes a mortal man
Untold the treasons, the past where it began

'cause I see it coming, like a long lost friend
Insane thoughts are borrowed unable to repay them back
As I see the blood, blood on the hands of reason
Blood, bloody the hands that lead me
Love for the ones you cannot know

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