my words abuse you
my eyes don't move a blink
'cos it's easier sometimes not to be sincere, somehow
I make you believe.
Believe.
When I speak I cross my fingers
will you know you've been decieved?
I find the need to be the demon--a demon cannot be hurt.
Honest is easy,
fiction is where genius lies
Cause it's easier sometimes not to be involved, somehow,
I make you believe.
Believe.
When I speak I cross my fingers
will you know you've been decieved?
I find the need to be the demon--a demon cannot be hurt.
-- (Miller/Roy)