Letra da Música: I Lied...There Is No Good News - Somerset

Lost in the magnification,
Trying to dissect a situation,
One I cannot disarm,
Lost reception, definition,
With a new found faith in my intuition,
I free your science from my heart,
In a way, I die,
To compensate your lie,
Like a child, you cry,
To know that you're alive,
Taste the bitter blood on my tongue,
My teeth have been buried in it for too long,
Set free the comforts of denial,
It's the end but it's never-ending,
The hardest part is to stop pretending,
there's someone to fall back on