Fake

Here's my life and here's my way and here's my body

here's my pain meet

my mother see my train get on get on get on get on

Walk with me in my strange life I've no things to show

and no things to hide

Life is fair and this blooming game will go on and on

and on

This possession

never was a question

a healer for this tension

tenderness and pressure.

From my warnings

all you got was your needs

all you did was promise

you were only fake

Little by little touch by touch our eyes grew cold our

hands grew rough

Little by little losing touch hello hello hello hello

failed in trust got sunk in pain obsessed with love and

clouds and rain

Lives collapse and this fucking game goes on and on and

on

This possession

never was a question

a healer for this tension

tenderness and pressure.

From my warnings

all you got was your needs

all you did was promise

you were only fake