Separation Songtext
von Buried in Verona
Separation Songtext
You fucking make me sick
You′re cut to pieces
They're all around
You think you can take one
Heart can′t be found
You're just a sheep
In the masses clothing
Vowed to your shepherd
Now you're following
You fucking make me sick
Fake
You fucking make me sick
Fake
You fucking make me
You seek attention
Of a world gone wrong
No place you can hide now
Blink your eyes you′re gone
You′re just a sheep
In the masses clothing
Vowed to your shepherd
Now you're following
You fucking make me sick
Fake
You fucking make me sick
Fake
You fucking make me sick
Fake
You fucking make me sick
Fake
You fucking make me
Close your eyes again
Are you blinded by the web of fucking lies
Pretend
That you′re worth something when you're not
Behind a screen
Do you dream?
Do you wish that you were in
Someone else′s skin?
And I know that no one is listening
Close your eyes again
Are you blinded by the web of fucking lies
Pretend
That you're worth something when you′re not
Behind a screen
Do you dream?
Do you wish that you were in
Someone else's skin?
And I know that no one is listening
Fake
You fucking make me sick
Fake
You fucking make me sick
Fake
You fucking make me sick
Fake
You fucking make me
You′re cut to pieces
They're all around
You think you can take one
Heart can′t be found
You're just a sheep
In the masses clothing
Vowed to your shepherd
Now you're following
You fucking make me sick
Fake
You fucking make me sick
Fake
You fucking make me
You seek attention
Of a world gone wrong
No place you can hide now
Blink your eyes you′re gone
You′re just a sheep
In the masses clothing
Vowed to your shepherd
Now you're following
You fucking make me sick
Fake
You fucking make me sick
Fake
You fucking make me sick
Fake
You fucking make me sick
Fake
You fucking make me
Close your eyes again
Are you blinded by the web of fucking lies
Pretend
That you′re worth something when you're not
Behind a screen
Do you dream?
Do you wish that you were in
Someone else′s skin?
And I know that no one is listening
Close your eyes again
Are you blinded by the web of fucking lies
Pretend
That you're worth something when you′re not
Behind a screen
Do you dream?
Do you wish that you were in
Someone else's skin?
And I know that no one is listening
Fake
You fucking make me sick
Fake
You fucking make me sick
Fake
You fucking make me sick
Fake
You fucking make me
Writer(s): Mark Harris, Conor Ward, Richard Newman, Brett William Anderson, Brandon Martel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com