[..] to me, I see your different faces
The way you move, so once sofisticated
You leave behind the tale of wicked traces

So I'm surprised I never knew the truth
I run around and know your twisted circles (?)
I find a discontent for me (?)


Empty spaces
Different places

Empty minds
Different lies
They're all the same


Empty spaces
Different places

Empty minds
Different lies
They're all the same