Dear Sherlock - Berlin | Текст песни

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• Dear Sherlock
• Berlin

Damn you have got me on a temporary tomb
You're a sick and twisted carving
Wrapped with secrets
that protect all your lies

Pick, pull my strings control me
Hitch, make a switch confuse me
Uncanny power
Lethal silent trap

Dead, I've sent my signs but no one came then my head fell forward
Now untie this final fading end

After the coma, got sterilise my dreams, disinfect my new horizon
Keep my distance, and destroy all the signs
Not a chance in a chance I've been blessed with intolerance
(There's no cure for your disorder)
You corrupt, agonise now the end is so sweet
There's a slot kept in hell that is almost complete
There's a spike for your head and your name on the stick

Dead, I've sent my signs but no one came then my head fell forward
Now untie this final fading end