Blood of the Sun

Kishore Kumar Hits — Blood of the Sun - Burning On The Wings Of Desire lyrics

Artist: Blood of the Sun

album: Burning On The Wings Of Desire (Japan Edition)

Prevaricator
There is no substance into your soul save pretense
And disrespect
Obscene exposure
You trick your peers into sympathy
Using counterfeit emotionst
You believe no one can see through your disguise
Yet you make me want to turn my back
On your pathetic treachery
Always choosing the easiest path
You seek to prevail with no sacrifice
Ready to walk over everyone
You reek of conceit and sickening pride
Pretentious fraudster
You deem yourself worthy of reverence,
Ever craving to be praised
You strive to deny your foolishness
Through delusions of great achievement
Trying to decrease your misery
With blazing lies and random masquerades

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