Temples

May I pretend I am not alive?
A pleasure to deceive an empty compromise
Relieve the growth of an elastic breaking point
Steady persuasion mock the voice of innocence
Ever such soothing words to swear by
The deepest shallow end you've never swam alone
Amongst avoiding the conclusion you might strike a nerve
Never believe for a second we won't get what we deserve
Cause we're temples of our own behaviour
Temples of our own behaviour
Temples of our own behaviour
Behave
Temples of our own behaviour
Temples of



Credits
Writer(s): Damian Daviid
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