Weapon of vanity - Soilwork

They play divine as immortal sons

Pulling triggers and then they switch and run

As long as you have nothing to add

They run the show

How can you get a single shot with a life like that?

Now will you ever conclude as it turns to a lack?

Deceive it, believe it

Do you feel it flow?

As a weapon of your vanity

They crave for a soul-aching desire

Won’t you play with me?

As time’s standing still they’ve praised a liar

So now let me get a single minute of your precious time

So how do you feel now as the vanity is easy to find?

Deceive it, believe it

Do you feel it grow?

They crave for a soul-aching desire

Won’t you play with me?

As time’s standing still they’ve praised a liar

I swear, you’re nothing like me

And it will never set you free

You won’t be able to be down there alone

They’ll fill you up till you’re ripped and torn

Your life is out there for disposal

Knocked out before you’re ready to leave

Cause I swear you’re nothing like me

As I reckon your insanity

They crave for a soul-aching desire

Won’t you play with me?

As time’s standing still they’ve praised a liar

They crave for a soul-aching desire

Won’t you play with me?

As time’s standing still they’ve praised a liar