Project 86
Cold And Calculated
A life you built exploiting the dreams of innocentsPreying on the wide-eyed fantasies of those with the purest intentAs parasites, they always need a host (how many lives have you bled?)Your crooked gain will always find a leech’s endingThere is a reason you cannot sleepYou found the wages you’ve sown in greedThere is no solace in what you seekYou found that although you have gained it all you had to sacrifice...Your prize.After all was said and done you lost...Your pet.Rest it eludes you as spirits fill your headLonging for the days when ghosts you used won’t follow you into your bedSo now it’s cost the apple of your eyes (you’ll never see her again)Why can’t you see that she is not your property when...How many lives have you bled?After all was said and done, you lost...Your pet.Your prize.
From Letras Mania