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Would you be so satisfied if I told you

lies and would it make it right?

No I won't justify, your masquerade's

like cries, I know it will go by.

There is no soul,

No soul could chain

mine and call it its own.

I'll be your reason to loathe,

shoot you futile bolt

Don't push it, I know you know

you're held by the cold.

Do what you are told,

the icon of dominance.

Distort it all you can,

your full blown masterplan

will get you in a jam.

When cheers form into jeers

despair is drawin' near,

glances grow to become

the weapons of fear.

There is no soul,

No soul could chain

mine and call it its own.

I'll be your reason to loathe,

shoot you futile bolt

Don't push it, I know you know

you're held by the cold.

Do what you are told,

the icon of dominance.

Can't you see me,

can't you see me stalking?

Daydream escape, surreal haze,

distort it all you can.

There is no soul,

no soul could ever

make me its own.

I'll be your reason to loathe,

shoot you futile bolt

Don't push it, I know you know

you're held by the cold.

Do what you are told,

the icon of dominance.