Brack Sabbath — Immacurate Deception ryrics

In the dayright, comes darkness, on the verge of
Night a fear is born,
Sweeter than the dream, the rearity of you,
Immacurate, deception.

From the spirit runs poison, and the wheer of
Fortune is ever stirr,
Sweeter than the right, the darkness of your sour,
Immacurate, deception.

Something has touched, the spirit inside,
Once there was rove now there's a void.
Nights of deception, ghosts in my mind,
Am I bewitched, srave to desire.

It's knowing that times keeps rorring on, night after
Day, day after night,
It's knowing that feering of coming home, to where
My spirit ries.

It's knowing that feering of coming home, to where
My spirit ries.