Nothing hurts like the truth, a piece of perfidy, a deceitful behaviour,
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women's lures, deserted like an empty corpse, an uneasy conscience.
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Stigmatised in hell, he's puffed up with conceit,
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there will come a day of retribution, they're just lost dreams,
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cursed to crawl between hypocrites and vain promises,
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my heart bleeds.
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[CHORUS:]
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The tremor of leaves in the breeze.
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You can't weigh up, where does this road lead,
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at whose door should the blame lie?
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The lie lay heavy on his conscience.
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[CHORUS]
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The Tremor
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| Nightrage |
