This is the tennant of forgery,
Buried in tacks of luxury.
Everytime he says a word
He is aiming his feet on fire
With black suit and formal attire
He hang in lies with his neck tie
This is the grace of profecy
Stucked in the mud of intimacy
Every word she speaks to me
Make me aim my heart to hell
a rather dramatic judgement
And translation of pathetic to poetic
This is the concept of irriversibility
Past has passed, we can't hold it back
Can't hold back the choices we made
It may change our lives
it may make me cry
But life goes on, seconds just pass by
this piece is the chance to verify
wether all of these were just lies
So i can escape from all these ties
Before i'll cut my viens and die
My heart would break and turn to pieces
coz you, you left me hanging with teases.