"Lure" Now that I see through all your lies, hear my indignant reply So I find that you're not real, after all you made me feel You portrayed your want as my need, feeding all your fears into me Dreamy smiles so self-assured, false contentment sets its lure When I look into your eyes, I can see all my own sighs Fated form becomes a corpse Feelings are a crown of thorns Follow hollow-heart ideals Blankets warm with webbed entrails Selling symptomatic cures, mad magicians making lures |