The Anthology
(Verse 1)
(Verse 1) In this world of masks and disguises, Where truth hides behind clever devices, I see through the facade, your empty grace, It's time to reveal, to leave no trace. (Pre-Chorus) You think you're sly, but I see your game, A master of deception, that's your claim, But I've…
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