Welcome stories,
fallen glories again
Lost angels,
this is how the story ends Again
The creeping in the corners in your shadows and your dreams
The hiding in the mirrors,
yeah they're looking back at me
They're painting you a picture of the lies you wanna say
I'm pretending to be me, I'm pretending to be me
But you see, cruelly say, it flies in rehearsed
What came first?
The devil or the curse
They're driving me insane,
but who am I to blame?
Am I
able to tell which ones are friends?
Loyal till the end
But sometimes it's a rush, it's exciting
Dining with the devil,
you'll know inside my soul
It grows and grows
You see, cruelly say, it flies in rehearsed
What came first?
The devil or the curse
