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• Artiste: Area 54
• Titre: Personal Gain
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What is it that makes you The way that you are? Laughing along While you fill me with scars Hiding beneath Such a clever disguise Oh the lies You look in the mirror Does it look the same? You should by rights Be completely insane I know Catholic parents Can't be all it takes To make normal people Turn into fakes How many pieces of me Do you need to take? Every day they must pay 'cos you play personal gain I watched as you got All the things that you need By choosing the ones you knew You could mislead If they knew the truth, then my hate They would all understand So now it's the end 'cos the light now shines clear You've been exposed And now I know your fears In time, what's inside you Should be mine I read in between all the lines You live in fear Every day they must pay 'cos you play personal gain You use people in life To get what you need Your thirst for success Ascending to greed Gladly you greet me Again and again And be my friend For your personal gain Now that you've fallen You slow for the bends And making amends Is a means to an end I'm hardly likely To lose once again And fall in a trap For your personal gain Drowning in quicksand The rain still falls on me Pulling myself up 'cos no-one's there for me Never again can I let myself be In this place of aggression The chain must be cut free How many times can you Fuck someone over? Claiming you've changed With no God on your shoulder I clearly see you infect to survive But even the undead must die