Oh, the webs I weave
I am caught in this game
My passions dead
The life I've lead
Has drowned me in vain
So paint my portrait
The colors of my life
And the untold stories are painted in black and white
I can hear the footsteps
That follow to my pulse
This paranoia has haunted me like a ghost.
I am caught in this game
My passions dead
The life I've lead
Has drowned me in vain
So paint my portrait
The colors of my life
And the untold stories are painted in black and white
I can hear the footsteps
That follow to my pulse
This paranoia has haunted me like a ghost.