Servants
Leb-los
The dynasty of our disease
Kingdom come, has reached me
The liberty?
Can't find enough
Life on Earth
Leb-los
Servants
So sick of love
So full of hate
The kind of fear
And feel you hate
Leb-los
Run, run
You love your lies and the sweetest disguise
But you hate your feel when you're locked up in here
Say it
I love my lies
Run, run
I love my lies
Run, run