Sleeping Pulse - Painted Rust Тексты

Faith, the sanctity of faith
Only serves to alchemise passion into gold
White replicated life
A propensity to imitate all that plays the mark

A face of painted rust
A mask to gain our trust
A fake, a cover up

Lie, serenade, incite
A falsity to aggregate all that comes too hard
Faked, calculated bait
It all serves to captivate, subjugate, control

A face of painted rust
A mask to gain our trust
A fake, a cover up

A face of painted rust