Days of triumph You believe in self-deception Controlled elevation and certain crash You think you'll escape the pain? Every day we choose to survive, it repeats again Love and hate are so redundant Do you even feel yourself? Burn the earth Can you squash all your weak points you protect so well? Slay them all Are you willing to die in a room with all doors shut? Climbing the ladders We feel the need to get on the bandwagon To take the unpredictable chance We fall for eloquent lies Every day we choose to create excuses to fake Gorgeous lies are so effective In faking clumsy truths Hiding yourself Locked in illusion cause you love yourself too much Morbid lies