Oh the con of man
and the whisper of women
the haze that surrounds
these wicked days
Where friends are lovers
and lovers aren't friends
We hide under covers
and try to pretend
That the world works
the way we think it should
but there's a lot of gray
between evil and good
In these wicked days
Covered in thick gray haze
Whispers of secrets all around
As we realize that we are bound
By the con of man
by the words in our hand
Wrapped up in women
And the powers we're given
Oh, the wicked days
surrounded in deep gray haze
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