a banquet for traitors Placed here between a thief and a liar Just run and hold perfection In your arms as I slip But I'll make you the God of a liar
spoke. He said, "My son, you can hold perfection in your arms if you wish." but I sit at a banquet for traitors placed here between a thief and a liar
we spoke. He said, "My son, you can hold perfection in your arms if you wish." but I sit at a banquet for traitors placed here between a thief and a liar
