Artificial Flavour

`VERSE

This new world is a bargain made with the devil

An odious vague demon rose from the daze

With a delicate crave to earn a gold medal

You feel like a man but you're just a caged animal

you feel you're god's gift but you 're just not special 

VERSE

Fanning flames elegantly-adorned in the field

Victims of their own greed, satisfaction guaranteed.

Torn between what you want or what you need

Your mind plunges into the eternal abyss

the devil never sleeps, it's the nature of the beast

In this wasting circle, there's no honor among thieves

CHORUS

Fool enough to think you have a chance 

Fool enough to think you'll beat the band

All natural artificial flavors blooming here are a mire

Even as you believe in this dream it won't shine brighter

VERSE

A finger on the trigger, a fight to the death, 

Reward for the birds leading to a bitter end 

I want nothing from them, I won't play the fool again

It was a mistake to consent with the game

Locking you up, choke in your own comfort zone

People who live in glass boxes shouldn't try (to) throw stones

It's better to do business (deal) with the devil you know than the one you don't 

Be it ever so humble because there is no place like home