in a moment of weakness I threw intuition away
an illusion of interest barely masking your intent to betray
things can never be the same
how can I trust you again?
was it all just a game?
is it always a game?
who will come to my defense?
I’m facing fire in every direction
the devil comes disguised as friend
a handshake and a hidden agenda
slowly spreading infection; recruiting my own for your game
such sick orchestrations test our faith in all of humanity
and things can never be the same
how can I trust you again?
was it all just a game?
is it always a game? (if so I’ll win)
who will come to my defense?
I’m facing fire in every direction
the devil comes disguised as friend
a handshake and a hidden agenda
in times like these we discover the innocence is over
nothing’s unconditional anymore
and trust is only casual… nothing personal
who will come to my defense?
I’m facing fire in every direction
the devil comes disguised as friend
a handshake and a hidden agenda
