Caught

and quickly reprimanded by default

a bit too heavy handed with her claws

of all the dreams that torment with the truth

I've never had a nightmare quite like you...

Pain

the residue of you

it's left a stain

you hollow-hearted charlatan

you fake

the song that makes you disappear again

I'll sing it til the bitter f**king

end

The web that you are weaving

still in vain

the ocean of deceit is red with rage

the towers that we built are up in flames

and you're to blame

you turncoat

you turncoat

Low

malicious, inconceivable, and cold

you sicken me, you suffocate my soul

how's that dagger look inside my back

I still can't find your reason

Pain

The web that you are weaving

still in vain

the ocean of deceit is red with rage

the towers that we built are up in flames

and you're to blame

you turncoat

turncoat

you turncoat

turncoat

you turncoat

you turncoat