Malevolence goes both ways.
So you wanna believe all the things you've been told
And all the promises that you won't grow old.
In the life made up of strings,
Being pulled by secret beings.
And now I know my falls and fights that brought me here -
Of things that seem to disappear,
You can't understand my sane nightmare.
And all the promises that you won't grow old.
In the life made up of strings,
Being pulled by secret beings.
And now I know my falls and fights that brought me here -
Of things that seem to disappear,
You can't understand my sane nightmare.