You're a shimmering unknown
Selling your Illusion.
Pretending to have the values
Everybody's searching for.
You seem to be an Island
In the immoral sea of life
Not that Fata Morgana
With no ground to plant the seed.
You save your appearance
Like not many could do.
A drowning, losing it's power
Hanging on to anybody
That could pull you along a little bit
Hoping, they know the way to the shore
You throw yourself at Those
Who have this little glitter
Submissive, shy and charming
vulnerable and trustworthy
You're a great secret
A decent gutter whore
Everything is switchable
The sacrificed stay behind
They could not believe
But nothing's left
Selling your Illusion.
Pretending to have the values
Everybody's searching for.
You seem to be an Island
In the immoral sea of life
Not that Fata Morgana
With no ground to plant the seed.
You save your appearance
Like not many could do.
A drowning, losing it's power
Hanging on to anybody
That could pull you along a little bit
Hoping, they know the way to the shore
You throw yourself at Those
Who have this little glitter
Submissive, shy and charming
vulnerable and trustworthy
You're a great secret
A decent gutter whore
Everything is switchable
The sacrificed stay behind
They could not believe
But nothing's left
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