Dead To Me
Diary Of Dreams
5:02Sacred therapy secrecy on hand Divine Luxury a liberty demand A means to an end you do not understand Does it matter much? A hand for a hand Sick of you sick of thee No excuses left for me Step forward my friend my enemy Was really all this for nothing? I can still feel her shine Depending on others we choose who you are 5 faces for one who have I become? Traitors liars thieves