Текст песни Fabrication - Rifle

Betrayed, you say, completely
A string of lies that comes from me
Perceiving the truth, differently
Selecting lies, indiscriminately

Pain, hate, love - all the same

Empathy, an empty game
A string of lies that comes from me
Manipulation to set you free
A rush of emotions that I instill

Pain, hate, love - all the same

Twisted and twisted until you become
A string of lies that comes from me
Confused and baffled, then you will see
A perfect match, we will then be

Pain, hate, love - all the same