The Lie کے بول

Damn... I found you close at hand I used you just like silence never knows your there Then... you jepoardised my head Like incomparable jet-lag you waken me inside I kneel down to fight you Still you reside Why do you.... lead the way when I resent you? Why do you breathe this air? Why do you make me sound like I am mad? And why do you face me with the lie? I... I keep injecting trust You tend to say your sorry and though I know your name Lie... I try to compensate Like unconventional hair lines You desecrate my spine I race down to fight you Still you reside Why do you... lead the way when I resent you? Why do you breathe this air? Why do you make me sound like I am mad? And why do you face me with the lie? You stain my tongue as if I'm ill. Though I'm gonna hate your name. You stain my tongue as if I'm ill. Why do you lead the way when I resent you, why do you? Why do you make me sound like I am mad and why do you? Why do you lead the way when I resent you? Why do you breathe this air? Why do you make me sound like I am mad? And why do you face me with the lie?