Fake (Raining Pleasure)

Here's my life and here's my way and here's my body here's my pain meet my mother see my train get on get on get on get on Walk with me in my strange life I've no things to show and no things to hide Life is fair and this blooming game will go on and on and on This possession never was a question a healer for this tension tenderness and pressure. From my warnings all you got was your needs all you did was promise you were only fake Little by little touch by touch our eyes grew cold our hands grew rough Little by little losing touch hello hello hello hello failed in trust got sunk in pain obsessed with love and clouds and rain Lives collapse and this fucking game goes on and on and on This possession never was a question a healer for this tension tenderness and pressure. From my warnings all you got was your needs all you did was promise you were only fake