what have you done
speaking softly the old liesI cannot abide
in my skin
while this sin
has come inrun I try and hide and seek relief
but your arms are my salvation
are my sovereign nation
my old elationso Death in toothy grin
invites me in
to discuss our commonalities
to discuss what each man sees
when nothing but the blind world stands before his eyeswhat have you done
speaking softly the old lies
