Translation: Fiction Plane. Fake Light From The Sun.
Fake light from the sun it's driving me mad it's poisoned our good name somebody said the sky's turning red no one can be trusted I want you to
Fake light from the sun it's driving me mad it's poisoned our good name somebody said the sky's turning red no one can be trusted I want you
you're falling from graces Rehearsing all your persona will need when you're front-page fighting (aim) for your dignity I almost taste the the irony How fiction
out the Heaven Severin competition, snitchin the word infliction Now it's my fiction to tell the truth about the contradiction Pay attention, understand my main-dead plan
