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Truths to deceptions
We can act
Or impromptu
To forget our lines
With purpose to change the past
Or tell I lied to you
And perhaps you
Would you
Believe the stories I spin
On a blood-stained needle
To ink my skin
In vivid red
So lifeless is
The projected image
And so I heave
I am the beast
That sleeps in you.
We can act
Or impromptu
To forget our lines
With purpose to change the past
Or tell I lied to you
And perhaps you
Would you
Believe the stories I spin
On a blood-stained needle
To ink my skin
In vivid red
So lifeless is
The projected image
And so I heave
I am the beast
That sleeps in you.
