Dress like we do, Speak like we do, Think like we do. Obey... Beneath the cold sun Watching you walk away Where my terror runs In rivers so decayed
you do Maybe I'd lose my sacred knack for subtlety Perhaps you'd reveal that you actually like me Did you ever think that I'd just bow out quietly All
: Dress like we do, Speak like we do, Think like we do. Obey... Beneath the cold sun Watching you walk away Where my terror runs In rivers so decayed
There is nothing to see We're past that by far Our secrets remain Between me and you But i want to gain I do what i am told to do Camilla: Into the