Unspoken words above their flags,
They wanna probe your frozen lives.
Those frozen hands that stitched your eyes,
They took you over and start to rise.
The things they always told you the things they tried to sell,
You know they have created your own personal Hell.
It’s a beautiful lie,
It’s so beautiful…
It’s a beautiful lie.
They warmed the hands that took your life,
You bought your ticket now take your life.
Those frozen hands that stitched your eyes,
They took you over and start to rise.
The things they always told you the things they tried to sell,
You know they have created your own personal Hell.
It’s a beautiful lie,
It’s so beautiful…
It’s a beautiful lie.
It’s a beautiful lie,
It’s so beautiful…
It’s a beautiful lie.
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