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Storm (Crown Of Glory)

Define yourself by telling lies You sell your soul for every short attention You steal your way into my trust Dressed as seduction you are curious and cruel Like acid words bleed from your mouth I can see your true face now I have left blindness behind me It reveals who you really are You’ve sown wind for so long... Now you reap storm You reap storm now Now you reap storm You reap storm now Hiding the truth behind your words But your snake-tongue leads me easily astray One mouth speaks the truth, the other lies To trust in you has always been a bad advice