The art of perdition

A sense of deja vu fills the air
The story repeats itself another time
Crossroads to the unfair
A beautiful and passionate crime

The blame falls, the fame grows
Shame floods but the mirror remains the same
A wave of thorns from a sacred rose
Teasing consciousness until it came

A sense of deja vu fills the air
The foretold story in motion
Behaving humanly, plotting reality
The art of perdition