P.S.
You're a weapon of devotionKeep the faithful entertainedYou're a lover of attentionFound a way to pawn the soulDisposition may be fetchingBut the world moves on and leaves you far behind
I hear you, I hear you, whispering such gorgeous storiesI see you, I see you, trying to break freeYou liar, you liar, you can't live the dreams you're spinningYou liar, love to be deceived
You're falling, you're falling, falling from your god-like distanceYou're fashion, just fashion, fashion doesn't keepYou're sour, so sour, all is hope and trust is misplacedYou're sour, now you are alone
Walking on fire, feel the way the world's incliningWalking on fire, hate to deceiveWalking on fire, now the world will keep it's distanceWalking on fire, you rather than me
My son says, dear father, what did you do when the world turned overKeep spinning, keep spinning, send us off to sleepYou liar, you liar, all your words are just dust in moonshineYou liar, love to be deceived
Walking on fire, found a place away from humansWalking on fire, hate to deceiveWalking on fire, now the world will keep it's distanceWalking on fire, you rather than me