Sleeping Pulse - Painted Rust | Текст песни

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Faith. The sanctity of faith
Only serves to alchemise passion into gold
White replicated life
A propensity to imitate all that plays the mark

A face of painted rust
A mask to gain our trust
A fake, a cover up

Lie, serenade, incite.
A falsity to aggregate all that comes too hard
Faked. Calculated bait
It all just serves to captivate, subjugate, control

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