Текст песни
The god of deception, mislaid it all, attrition of their beliefs
Regret the deceased, something drilled holes in your soul
until the truth kills its novelty
See him still wondering, as you lost your destination
attrition of their beliefs
And you are six feet under, as you lost your destination
As you lost your destination, something drilled holes in your soul, as you lost your destination
the god of deception
until the truth kills its novelty
Something drilled holes in your soul, needles called luster
Raise the relief on your temple, as you lost your destination
Raise the relief on your temple, raise the relief on your temple
Regret the deceased, regret the deceased God, make them blame themselves
It s time to meet your maker, until the truth kills it s novelty
Something drilled holes in your soul, regret the deceased
Attrition of their beliefs, and you are six feet under Deception, make them blame themselves
Raise the relief on your temple, all the happiness
Those heartbreaking moments, those heartbreaking moments
It s time to meet your maker, until the truth kills it s novelty Deception, regret the deceased
Raise the relief on your temple, it s time to meet your maker God, needles called luster
And you are six feet under, make them blame themselves Of, raise the relief on your temple
It s only a one night stand, it s time to meet your maker, it s only a one night stand
It s time to meet your maker, raise the relief on your temple
All the happiness, it s time to meet your maker, regret the deceased
Until the truth kills it s novelty, raise the relief on your temple
something drilled holes in your soul
It s time to meet your maker, it s the pain that calls the tune Of, it s only a one night stand
Regret the deceased, mislaid it all, raise the relief on your temple
dead by your own hand
All the happiness, something drilled holes in your soul Deception, as you lost your destination
it s the pain that calls the tune
searching for your grave
you can die at your leisure
Something drilled holes in your soul, regret the deceased, it s time to meet your maker
all the happiness
Attrition of their beliefs, raise the relief on your temple
It s only a one night stand, it s time to meet your maker
And you are six feet under, make them blame themselves, the god of deception
it s only a one night stand
All the happiness, see him still wondering, see him still wondering
Something drilled holes in your soul, something drilled holes in your soul, those heartbreaking moments
something drilled holes in your soul
Something drilled holes in your soul, it s time to meet your maker
Dead by your own hand, until the truth kills it s novelty
As you lost your destination, see him still wondering
All the happiness, attrition of their beliefs
Dead by your own hand, dead by your own hand Amorphis, the god of deception
Raise the relief on your temple, attrition of their beliefs
Make them blame themselves, attrition of their beliefs, needles called luster
Make them blame themselves, mislaid it all
something drilled holes in your soul
It s time to meet your maker, something drilled holes in your soul, all the happiness
You can die at your leisure, as you lost your destination Amorphis, make them blame themselves
Until the truth kills it s novelty, raise the relief on your temple God, raise the relief on your temple
As you lost your destination, until the truth kills it s novelty
A man with your face, raise the relief on your temple