Machination کے بول

A cold light reflecting in your eyes A deceitful shine The only difference is I see it this time I wash my hands of this, I want no part of this Still the taste from the last Judas kiss Is burning on my lips Lying, conniving Endless machination You supplied both hammer and nails And staged your own crucifiction Truth is tainted with perversion Lying, conniving Endless machination Lying, conniving Relentless machination No sympathy, no not from me I wash my hands of this, I want no part of this Still the taste from the last Judas kiss Is burning on my lips Burning on my lips