Leb-Los! — Diary of Dreams

Servants

Leb-los

The dynasty of our disease Kingdom come, has reached me The liberty (?) Can't find enough Life on Earth

Leb-los Servants

So sick of love So full of hate The kind of fear And feel you hate

Leb-los Run, run

You love your lies and the sweetest disguise But you hate your feel when you're locked up in here Say it

I love my lies Run, run I love my lies Run, run