insomnia'sCONFESSION
The Stars they ponder and lay wait for the lies you long to say.
They search deep and pull out the twisted words.
Twisted tongues of your very being drenched in the charcoal abyss of your soul.
Outward lies turned upside down to criticize and despise you.
Seeming truths to blind you
- All apart of this play;
The love / hate between two hearts.
The Kiss of Infection - Deception to you is a sense of Direction to Perfection.
But allow me some Inception..
Your script is changing while the play moves on.
Your heart is breaking intune with this song.
Don't let us die, don't let this end.
It doesn't matter what you tell me, it's what I see.
Don't worry; I will make it without you.
-Dia
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