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An effortless deceiver.
She pulls the veil over her lies.
Without a tremor from the lips or a flicker of the eyes.
Words, elegantly poised.
On forked tongues, ready to feed believers.

What a beautiful lie, and the intricacy of having our hands tied.
These x-ray eyes, see straight through your disguise, leaves you nowhere to hide.
Don’t waste your time on lies.
We can see straight through you.. with our x-ray eyes.

Fools, pull the wool from your eyes.
Can’t you see it’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing?
Feeding off the false conceptions, that slipped from her lips.
Lies! It’s all fucking lies.
Wash your mouth, Bitch!

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An effortless deceiver.
She pulls the veil over your eyes
Filling half hopeful minds, with a half empty prize.
Words... elegantly poised.
On forked tongues, ready to feed believers.

What a beautiful lie, and the intricacy of having our hands tied.
These x-ray eyes, see straight through your disguise, leaves you nowhere to hide.
Don’t waste your time on lies.
We can see straight through you.. with our x-ray eyes.

Fee fi foe thumb!
I smell the lies of an English man!

Song details

Composition: Chris Turner, James Kennedy, James Harrison, and George Arvanitis

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