Throughout this industry I see a lot of cunts Practicing hypocrisy Without a thought for anything But the game it must be played Compromises must be made Sacrifice integrity just to hit the magazines
Collapsing heaven with your fingertips Summon infection with just a smile
Take off the mask, let them see your scars You diabolical work of art Take off your clothes Let them touch your heart You diabolical work of art
Gotta hand it to you players It takes a lot to sell your soul Lie through your teeth in the dentist chair While they rip those fuckers out But at least you've got a name Something to carve your way But use it wisely You've made some powerful enemies Who cannot wait to see you fail Pick your carcass to the bone The vultures are all diabolical They've played the game They want your throne, they want your throne
Take off the mask, let them see your scars You diabolical work of art Take off your clothes Let them touch your heart You diabolical work of art
So is your stomach feeling fuller? Now you've stolen all the love And tell me, are your pupils still dilated Since you stole my sun?
You help them - the demons scratching At the walls in my head You restrain them - the angels trying To bring me back from the dead I've had enough, I've had enough
Compositores: John Per Emil Bengtsson, Nathan James Biggs, Karin Margaretha Axelsson, Robin Joergen Sebastian Sjunnesson ECAD: Obra #11559234