Sözler: I can tell that you′ve never been true to me I can smell that you're acting so fearfully I can hear what you′re hoping I want to hear I can feel the alarm bells are ringing in me I can touch, but I know you don't feel a thing I can pray but I know you commit a sin I can sense now it's all become clear to see You′re no good, and you mean no good, treacherously (x3)
