Confession sounds like braggish eyes
Give away a prize
I can feel the rising tide
Self loathing that underlies
All your sympathetic smiles

And all your shallow lies
It´s too late to disguise or hide

And you make a virtue of your vices
Don´t give me that knowing look
I´m not your friend
Do you understand?

You must be so proud of the silence of your conscience sometimes
Despair in your eyes tries to tell me you´re a good man
That you remember as a child
How everybody used to love you
I do believe you
But what can I do?

You, who brags about your vices

Don´t give me that knowing look
I´m not your friend
Do you understand?
And you make a virtue of your vices
Don´t give me that knowing look
I´m not your friend
Do you understand?
And you make a virtue of your vices
Don´t give me that knowing look
I´m not your friend
Do you understand?