Текст песни
Every smile a loaded gun,
Every word — a setting sun.
Truth is just a painted ghost,
A mask we need, a lie we host.
Worn-out dreams in silver cages,
Fake confessions, empty pages.
A touch that burns, a kiss that steals,
Nothing left that's ever real.
I tried to believe — I tried to hold,
But every soft word grew cold,
And in the end, I stand alone,
Trusting the hollow tone.
Everyone lies, behind their eyes,
Wearing thin skins, spinning sweet sins.
Everyone fades, behind the shades,
Trading their souls for silence and gold.
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