كلمات The Embalmment

Lies that offer closure, Leaves this fake exposure Eyes, that never follow time Give me cocaine pleasures, for a better measure. I can't take this biting line... Spit it out spit, spit it out spit!, Take it out, take, take it out, fake! And I will be here waiting, and we will be here waiting, Let the life of the words come alive unrehearsed I won't let go.... Taste the tounge of pleasure, keep it there forever stiched, into our bloodshot eyes Fake, the raging seizure is this burning fever lost, forever in too minds.