I could get away with murder if I wanted to
'Caus Butter does not melt in this mouth
Anymore
I can no longer decipher the reasons I had
Not to die
I long to fake all that you take
For granted
It belongs to fate
All of the great enchanted
Oh, oh oh ohhhh
Oh, oh oh ohhhh
And I can no longer decipher the reasons I had
Not to die
When peculiar colors infiltrate my mind
It is not a sea of blue anymore
I long to fake all that you take
For granted
It belongs to fate
All of the great enchanted
Oh, oh oh ohhhh
Oh, oh oh ohhhh
Oh, oh oh ohhhh
Oh, oh oh ohhhh
You know it belongs to fate all of the great
The great enchanted