This is a step towards tomorrow A director's cut, never seen the daylight An initiated Armageddon So close to define The truth of what we will become A covert deceiving begun What you have to sacrifice One world, illusion's contradiction We blindfold our

We used to be friends What have I become to you I don't understand Turn it backwards For me to hurt When everything else is fading We used to be inner circle Take my good word Turn your back on me

So, then it's all because of you (all because of you) I got a problem, and I (don't know what to do about it) Taken by the thought of it And I know this much is true Baby, you have become my addiction And it's all because of you (all because of you) So,

We used to be friends What have I become to you I don't understand Turn it backwards For me to hurt When everything else is fading We used to be inner circle Take my good word Turn your back on me

We used to be friends What have I become to you I don't understand Turn it backwards For me to hurt When everything else is fading We used to be inner circle Take my good word Turn your back on me

We used to be friends What have I become to you I don't understand Turn it backwards For me to hurt When everything else is fading We used to be inner circle Take my good word Turn your back on me

What have I become My sweetest friend Everyone I know Goes away in the end And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt I hurt myself today

We used to be friends What have I become to you I don't understand Turn it backwards For me to hurt When everything else is fading We used to be inner circle Take my good word Turn your back on me

I am cursed I sew my eyes shut just to sleep. We're caught in all the webs we weave No sonnet for the recently deceased. They lie awake just to hear you scream Now what have I become? It's more black in my heart. Than the ice in your lungs. Hail elegance

What have we become? A farewell to arms I'll wave this flag of white So the avenged see the light We'll pay for closed eyes Before genocide Can you hear the cries? Nowhere the children run to hide Crimson rivers flow down hills, atone our ills