Fantasy

[01:06.47] Now we have our lying cheater
[01:14.87] Have remorse? This whore forlorn?
[01:23.37] You lying bitch, you cheat yourself
[01:35.92] You left behind your life, you lost!
[01:43.81] If you can look past this mirage
[01:48.05] You wipe these eyes to slow resolve
[01:51.95] With this pixie dust your problems solved
[01:56.69] Your gallantry of fantasy fight your wars remotely
[02:04.75] A surrogate - not a real thing
[02:08.50] A walking corpse - petrifying
[02:12.93] The sleeping troops that you're hiding
[02:17.48] Mask the screams from within
[02:21.63] Now we have our lying cheater
[02:29.88] Have remorse? This whore forlorn?
[02:38.85] You lying bitch, you cheat yourself
[02:51.13] You left behind your life, you lost!
[02:59.58] If you can look past this mirage
[03:03.28] You smear these eyes you have drawn on
[03:07.25] With this caustic rust, your face decries
[03:11.76] You fantasise of fantasy
[03:15.97] Yet never live presently
[03:20.15] Worthless scum - not a real thing
[03:24.06] A walking curse - terrifying
[03:28.22] The sleeping girl that you're hiding
[03:32.79] Jabs herself from a tin
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[05:14.83] Now we have our lying cheater
[05:23.25] Have remorse? This whore forlorn?
[05:32.14] Learn remorse before you're gone
[05:36.69] And in due course bear its fruits
[05:40.83] And then at last look past this mirage!
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