The Collection Lyrics


I collect

Contemptuous glances

From people are as righteous as God himself

The perfect images of hypocrisy.

I collect

Banal cliches

To use them in case of obvious lies

Solving never existed problems.

I collect

Untrue friendships

That could be rather advantageous

If I need nothing or want to be on my own.

Let me invite you to an exhibition

I will show you all my collection

I collect

Holy sermons

Preached by fallen priest of fallen religion

Charming foolishness is not my deal.

I collect

Painful memories

It’s necessary to store everything in my mind

This keeps me alive, I will never forget.

I collect

False promises

A huge warehouse is needed for these trash

Please give me more and more of them.

Let me invite you an exhibition

I will show you all my collection

You can borrow what you want

My gratuity will be your reward

You can borrow what you want

My gratuity will be your reward

Let me invite you to an exhibition

I will show you all my collection

You can borrow what you want

My gratuity will be your reward