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Woorden: IAMX. I Like Pretending.

Your silver skin that crawls in rhythm, sweats like spring
Returns me to the death wish
And all my epiphanies that branded me and broke my knees
Confirms me into the death wish

Misfits for free, a gravity pure expression tears and
Pulls them into the death wish
And all our accessories that concentrate the pain and tease
Embrace them, with the death wish

Are we pretending?
Are we pretending?
Are we pretending?
I like pretending

Are we machines, obsolete, alone
With symbiotic self indulgence
And if we dig deep
The circuitry burnt out, bends
Into neurotic repetition

But your silver skin soothes my aching curses
And reminds me that you're worth it
The whole world's insanities
The bleeding hearts and tragedies
Won't distract me from the death wish

Are we pretending?
Are we pretending?
Are we pretending?
I like pretending

Are we pretending?
Are we pretending?
Are we pretending?
'Cause I like pretending