اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
We are so inclined to tell these funny lies, stupid lies
Lies exhaust your mind, filling you with fear, turning mad
I have killed truths myself
Some of them killed me in turn
Cheated for my tender heart
Nurtured with the kindest evil
I am clad in truthful lies
Falling face down on the drivel
Every second many mouths repeating lies to make them true
I'm alive, but is it me?
Is this my face? - I cannot see!
You really cannot live without lies, pretty lies
Without them it's poison, a madhouse of thin cards, playing cards!
