water made to wine Elements of deception must entwine Righteous greed and derangement divine Vacuum is given to the blind To surrender to a faith so fake
I don't know why I let you get through to me When you don't know A never ending state of confusion Surrounds the cloud that covers you Your candy-coated fake illusion
it go away You can't walk around pretending to fake it It doesn't work that way You don't have to be a pro to play You might believe its just an illusion
when you will join the other fools Black Illusion Is all I ever see Black Illusion I bring you misery oh yeah yeah I load the dice and fake a smile
seduction and lies Pave the way for the sinner And make them scream Empty faces staring through bars Trapped in faith, illusion that scars Human hybrid, fake
your fate Ignore the shining mysteries Dance, for their dying joy Sing, for their hopeless cries The clouds are disappearing Fake signs are revealed Illusions
need to focus, Hell, please, don't make me laugh ... Your style is fake as the man cuttin' a lady in half, Huh, they use illusion as tryin' to be ellusive
it only fantasy, Is it a dream or is it unreal reality? All around me is such unreality, Optical illusions as far as my eyes can see, Is the whole thing a fake
Prodigal Sunn) {Snuggle-Up}] What's up? You know what I'm saying? The fake-ass niggaz. Mooncycle. You know what I'm saying? 1998. Brooklyn Zu. Word up. (the Fake
to give me the direction you're trying to impose your views to the whole society by repeating bullshit written in a book patriarchism, fake compassion
: You danced and partied at the Mardi Gras Threw back all the beads at the parade Fake worlds and logos in the shopping mall Where you came from Everything
some' What's wrong with you son? Oh you got a new gun, do you know how to use one? Then you livin an illusion, livin in a used one while I'm in the Limited
the agency for the clients Hypocritical giants, morally non-compliant Orally armed to do bodily harm Polluted, recruited and suited judicial charm And the defense isn't making any sense Faking
Walking to the other side With the Devil trying to take my mind And my soul's just a silhouette On the ashes of a cigarette Illusions never fake their
tryin' to tell you something that you prolly should know this that slumdog millionaire Bollywood flow and ahh, my real friends never hearing from me fake
and the weather is shitty Everybody?s on the paper chase, its one big rat race Everybody got a screw face So many too fake Checking the height, they say
don't have to think about problems anymore I can make you believe in anything I know that everything's changed But a month of this illusion just so
