Women's lures, deserted like an empty corpse, an uneasy conscience.
Stigmatised in hell, he's puffed up with conceit,
There will come a day of retribution, they're just lost dreams,
Cursed to crawl between hypocrites and vain promises,
My heart bleeds.
[CHORUS:]
The tremor of leaves in the breeze.
You can't weigh up, where does this road lead,
At whose door should the blame lie?
The lie lay heavy on his conscience.
[CHORUS]
Nothing hurts like the truth, a piece of perfidy, a deceitful behaviour, Women's lures, deserted like an empty corpse, an uneasy conscience. Stigmatised in hell, he's puffed up with conceit, There will come a day of retribution, they're just lost dreams, Cursed to crawl between hypocrites and vain promises, My heart bleeds. [CHORUS:] The tremor of leaves in the breeze. You can't weigh up, where does this road lead, At whose door should the blame lie? The lie lay heavy on his conscience. [CHORUS] Explain Request ×
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