something's different from what i knownthere's no emotion in your voicenyour utility a senseless thought of menbut did you have another choicenthe faults of one man and his closest friendnaren't enough to make you blind yournyour passion alone emotion that you've shownnis not enough for me this timenand i was wondering how far you'll gonand would you please take meni want to know we're in the seasonnof foolish games and from the oldestnway you've been trainednand i don't care how many places you've beennhow many faces you've seennand no clue what you meannand i don't care what you think you mean to menwho's gods remainn