Song | Veil of Deception |
Artist | Death Angel |
Album | Act III |
作词 : Cavestany | |
Affectation was an early sign | |
Of a twisted mind | |
All virtues had faded away | |
Apprehension made her cold | |
But warm she was inside | |
The child within her died | |
And left her with a heart of stone | |
Surface anger was a thin disguise | |
Yet at night she cries | |
Behold the pain in her eyes | |
Degradation was a grind | |
Her true self left behind | |
Compassion you will find | |
Hidden by a veil of deception | |
And so the story goes | |
That's the way she chose to live her life | |
And anybody knows | |
The way it feels when you hurt inside | |
She's running from herself | |
The game of life in which she played | |
Looking back upon the early years | |
There was room for tears | |
But she chose to push them away | |
Condemnation was a vice | |
She chose to roll the dice | |
And so she paid the price | |
Misery was her only friend | |
Inner feelings were a neutral zone | |
Though she tried to condone | |
In a world she faced so alone | |
Her salvation came too late | |
And on that day she died | |
No one even cried | |
Forgot about the veil of deception | |
And so the story goes | |
That's the way she chose to live her life | |
And anybody knows | |
The way it feels when your hurt inside | |
She's running from herself | |
The game of life in which she played |
zuò cí : Cavestany | |
Affectation was an early sign | |
Of a twisted mind | |
All virtues had faded away | |
Apprehension made her cold | |
But warm she was inside | |
The child within her died | |
And left her with a heart of stone | |
Surface anger was a thin disguise | |
Yet at night she cries | |
Behold the pain in her eyes | |
Degradation was a grind | |
Her true self left behind | |
Compassion you will find | |
Hidden by a veil of deception | |
And so the story goes | |
That' s the way she chose to live her life | |
And anybody knows | |
The way it feels when you hurt inside | |
She' s running from herself | |
The game of life in which she played | |
Looking back upon the early years | |
There was room for tears | |
But she chose to push them away | |
Condemnation was a vice | |
She chose to roll the dice | |
And so she paid the price | |
Misery was her only friend | |
Inner feelings were a neutral zone | |
Though she tried to condone | |
In a world she faced so alone | |
Her salvation came too late | |
And on that day she died | |
No one even cried | |
Forgot about the veil of deception | |
And so the story goes | |
That' s the way she chose to live her life | |
And anybody knows | |
The way it feels when your hurt inside | |
She' s running from herself | |
The game of life in which she played |