Bed Of Lies

So where is it this time, the proof of deceit

Time bomb of destruction

So whereґs it now, I can hear it ticking

I hear you laughing, again

As we love this of ties

Suffering in this bed, this bed of lies

The art of deception, with you it's creator

As you torment all, your room is a minefield

No conscience here, yet you leave these bombs

Just waiting, how deep is your darkness

Do you enjoy this, so tell the truth

Did you love her, and was it in our bed

Your room is your revenge, exploding

Our love was always a lie, a lie, a lie