Lyrics:
Lies like the promises made
Like the trust unrepaid
Lies like a lover will say
Soft on a beautiful day
Lies
reverse Behind closed eyes all I see, nightmares become reality. Down the hall I hear them call. Friends I betrayed, debts unrepaid. The wizard's ball,
of the toils in our trades How long Wallow and mire unrepaid How wrong Into the coffers of our kings How long One can never tell One can only hope We all vote
one's own life Not all bad doings Go unrepaid A life of crime Brings upon you Many unhappy days You're at fault For your own actions Life is a path you
unrepaid. London, England still a curse on me. Mr. Tony Blair, Uncle Sam and me. Martin Luther don't come around here no more. Think he's dead, but I
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