Which side do I appoint as enemy
What's truth and what's a lie?
Maybe I comply with my own trust
With my own mind
In my own ally

People hide their lies
They hide the truth behind a smile and two eyes
I'll try convincing myself now as I write
No I'm not like them
I'm not the bad guy

I close my eyes
And my thoughts scatter all around throughout my mind
Do you hear them too
Is it me or's it you?
Deceits and shattered loving prove that loyalty is nothing

A thousand empty pages filled with a memory that's faded
Ink begins to splatter
Voices say it doesn't matter oh
Was I the one who
Am I the one who
Became the one who I've spent my life running from?
Memories, tragedies
Guilty pleads in my book that bleeds
Do not read

Don't ask why, you deny
The fact that you enact these chains you've strapped onto your life
Allies can't rely on something or someone who's living a pure lie
Strings tied
Pages signed with your own quill
Have you instilled this shrill in your mind?

Can't hear it must be you
Your mind's being used
Through red and green
Can they see all you've ever known is nothing?

A thousand empty pages filled with a memory that's faded
Ink begins to splatter
Close your eyes it doesn't matter oh
Were you the one who
Are you the one who
Became the one who you've spent your life running from?

Memories, tragedies
Guilty pleads in your book that bleeds
Do not read

Eccedentesiast, if you gain a favour take it
Never give one your trust (I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know)
Leave no trace of what you've done (I don't wanna remember anymore)
Never reminisce (95, 96)
A hundred, thousand, million (or you'll lose everything you've earned)
My curiosity got the best of me (never give one your trust)
And now there are 93 (tell no one of what you've done)
There's 93 reasons
I should be (you should be)
Oh

I was the one who (you were the one who)
I am the one who (you are the one who)
Became the one who
I've spent my life running from (you've spent your life running from)
Memories, tragedies
Guilty pleads
In my book that bleeds (In your book that bleeds)
Do not read