From my blind oasis of vanity
And the lies throb in my temple
It will be the moment to shoot
Words that are like bullets
But that cheer up my wings
That is saved in your kisses
What I think that everybody thinks
I already know that I'm not what they believe that I am
What I truly am is what I am
A ruse, an allegorical filter
Words that are like bullets
That make me a better person
That is saved in your kisses
Words that are like bullets
But that cheer up my wings
That is saved in your kisses