The god of deception 
a man with your face 
see him still wondering 
searching for your grave 

needles called luster 
it's only a one night stand 
and you are six feet under 
dead by your own hand 

as you lost your destination 
something drilled holes in your soul 
it's time to meet your maker 
raise the relief on your temple 

as you lost your destination 
something drilled holes in your soul 
it's time to meet your maker 
raise the relief on your temple 

make them blame themselves 
regret the deceased 
until the truth kills it's novelty 
attrition of their beliefs 

as you lost your destination 
something drilled holes in your soul 
it's time to meet your maker 
raise the relief on your temple 

it's the pain that calls the tune 
those heartbreaking moments 
mislaid it all 
all the happiness 
you can die at your leisure 
make them blame themselves 
regret the deceased 
until the truth kills its novelty 
attrition of their beliefs