Lust in pictures Demeaning in purpose Tired so tired Yet trying to inspire A lack of faith A great imagination A perfect perception Of guilt-ridden photographs of you Of you Besides, besides Simple lies Are what we are And what we have Won't hurt anymore Silently waiting For a moment with you As I tie you into nothing Understand my hate for you What is wrong or what is right I push you through I can't live With or without you Besides, besides Simple lies Are what we are And what we have Won't hurt anymore Insomnia keeps us alive We will rest in death I will make you pay in other ways I will try to put my self back Together again Besides, besides Simple lies Are what we are And what we have Won't hurt anymore