Nothing hurts like the truth, a piece of perfidy, a deceitful behaviour, women`s lures, deserted like an empty corpse, an uneasy conscience.
Stigmatised in hell, he`s puffed up with conceit, there will come a day of retribution, they`re just lost dreams, cursed to crawl between hypocrites and vain promises, my heart bleeds.
[CHORUS:] The tremor of leaves in the breeze.
You can`t weigh up, where does this road lead, at whose door should the blame lie? The lie lay heavy on his conscience.
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