And I remember
I can't even contend my own cruelty
So I defend the words
That hide my old sense of duality
In this game that every time we play
The conversation sways two
My soul has a key
In this cold November
I ain't got money to feed my addiction to you
So I defend the words
It hides my true sense of duality
In this game that every time we play
The conversation sways to
My soul has a key