Conscroled

You play with lies and suffocate everyone you know
Memories cannot touch you and you've sold away your soul
So easy to live that way let your conscience slip away
In such a rush to play that game
Nothing else will feel the same

(Chorus)

What goes round
What goes round
What goes round
Conscroled

Don't look back there's nothing there but traces of all pain
You killed everything that cared so you could live this way
Don't come running back this time when you think it's all over
Just take someone else's hand cry on someone else's sholder

(Chorus)

Look this way
Look this way

(Chorus)

What goes round
What goes round
What goes round

Look this way
Look this way