Sacred therapy
Secrecy on hand
Divine Luxury
A liberty demand
A means to an end
You do not understand
Does it matter much?
A hand for a hand
Sick of you
Sick of thee
No excuses left for me
Step forward my friend
My enemy
Was really all this for nothing?
I can still feel her shine
Depending on others
We choose who you are
5 faces for one
Who have I become?
Traitors! Liars! Thieves!
