So where is it this time, the proof of Deceit Time bomb of destruction So where's it now, I can hear it Ticking I hear you laughing, again As we love this of ties Suffering in this bed, this bed of lies The art of deception, with you its Creator As you torment all, your room is a Minefield No conscience here, yet you leave these Bombs Just waiting, how deep is your darkness Do you enjoy this, so tell the truth Did you love her, and was it in our bed Your room is your revenge, exploding Our love was always a lie, a lie, a lie