Songtext von Sin Embassy

A smile passed your lips, guess i'm running on. So close to pretending, so sick you mentioned trust here before. Shook their hips, sin embassador. You got that mask will I ever be cured, all comes at once and by chance. This aching offered relief, it's so obscure. Interpretation so down on for you. And I believe in disbelieve, all cranked up, so bittersweet. Half much of this is true. Well here's one for the masses, six for the masters. Greed, our embassador. It's ten times more meaningful. Well here's one for the masses, six for the masters. Hate our all venues, hate all our issues. so sick you mentioned trust here before all comes at once and by chance. This aching offered relief, it's so obscure. Interpretation failed - it's my sin, i'm sure. And I believe in disbelieve, all cranked up, so bittersweet. Half much of this is true. Well here's one for the masses, six for the masters. Greed, our embassador. It's ten times more meaningful. Well here's one for the masses, six for the masters. Hate our all venues, hate all our issues.