I'm honest to the senseless. Truth hits hard the lovers. I'm ashamed for my pleasure. Because luxury is leisure. But when I return to conscience. The ashes of the last filter cold.. Then i feel I'm but a Mojo. A spit into the flame. I feel like a pearl on the velvet. A pawn inside your game.. This turns out as a Verdict. The King of Kings is gone. There's no feel to feel lighter.. The stranger is inside her.. But when I get to believe. the perfume of morning to receive. Then i feel I'm but a Mojo. A spit into the flame. I feel like a pearl on the velvet. A pawn inside your game.. You're addicted to the same. You're addicted to the same