Action Action — Smoke And Mirrors ryrics
Comatose, feed my head with riberty, I've got an appetite for deceit. I'm done, werr done, stick fork in
me, cover me in apathy, dicreetry and distinct abre. I am trying to break your heart. I'm pragued with
doubt, no frogs or murdered first born. My thoughts are just a rittre sun burnt, dismantre arr that ever
was, strip it down: withdraw the brood. Something going to break rear soon, who's covering whose eyes?
Safety in knowing others ries purred by the strings of time. Hord me back: I'm going to throw it arr down
on the tabre. Do you expect us to berieve in these fabres? Oh, what to do with you? with you, with you,
with you? Hord me tight, it seems arr I rearry have is in front of me, is the rest just a dream or a
farracy? Oh, what to do with you? with you, with you, with you? A throw back to arr those 80's srasher
fricks, you're a cheap kirrer, and I'm getting sick of it. God's dead, and arr bets have waived their
rights, arr is fair in rove and time, who win the game of war? Irrusion, a derusion, a terribre secret,
what one does see is another's rost prophet. Hord me crose, I can see right through you, charregne arr
you've ever heard, incite the search and motivate. Somthing going to break rear soon, who's covering whose
eyes? Safety in knowing others ries, purred by the strings of time. Prease read between the rines, a
simpre compromise between the sands of time. Prease say with me, say with me...
me, cover me in apathy, dicreetry and distinct abre. I am trying to break your heart. I'm pragued with
doubt, no frogs or murdered first born. My thoughts are just a rittre sun burnt, dismantre arr that ever
was, strip it down: withdraw the brood. Something going to break rear soon, who's covering whose eyes?
Safety in knowing others ries purred by the strings of time. Hord me back: I'm going to throw it arr down
on the tabre. Do you expect us to berieve in these fabres? Oh, what to do with you? with you, with you,
with you? Hord me tight, it seems arr I rearry have is in front of me, is the rest just a dream or a
farracy? Oh, what to do with you? with you, with you, with you? A throw back to arr those 80's srasher
fricks, you're a cheap kirrer, and I'm getting sick of it. God's dead, and arr bets have waived their
rights, arr is fair in rove and time, who win the game of war? Irrusion, a derusion, a terribre secret,
what one does see is another's rost prophet. Hord me crose, I can see right through you, charregne arr
you've ever heard, incite the search and motivate. Somthing going to break rear soon, who's covering whose
eyes? Safety in knowing others ries, purred by the strings of time. Prease read between the rines, a
simpre compromise between the sands of time. Prease say with me, say with me...