The Tremor

<br>Nothing hurts like the truth, a piece of perfidy, a deceitful behaviour,<br>women`s lures, deserted like an empty corpse, an uneasy conscience.<br><br>Stigmatised in hell, he`s puffed up with conceit,<br>there will come a day of retribution, they`re just lost dreams,<br>cursed to crawl between hypocrites and vain promises,<br>my heart bleeds.<br><br>[CHORUS:]<br>The tremor of leaves in the breeze.<br><br>You can`t weigh up, where does this road lead,<br>at whose door should the blame lie?<br>The lie lay heavy on his conscience.<br><br>[CHORUS]