I know all your secrets
And I have none left to tell
And I split into fractions
'Cause I, I know the story well
But I have no one left to tell
Burn your truth
Make you believe in God
Make you believe in ghosts
Make you believe in me
I, I'd tell all your secrets
If I had some left to tell
In my, my fateful
(?fearful?) deceptions
Because I know your lies so well
But I have no one left to tell
Burn your truth
Make you believe in God
Make you believe in ghosts
Make you believe in me
Burn your truth
Make you believe in God
Make you believe in ghosts
Make you believe in me
Make you be...
Burn your truth
Make you believe in God
Make you believe in ghosts
Make you believe in me
Burn your truth
Make you believe in God
Make you believe in ghosts
Make you believe in me
Burn your truth
Make you believe in God
Make you believe in ghosts
Make you believe in me
Burn your truth
Make you believe in God
Burn your truth
Make you believe in God
Burn your truth
Make you believe in God
Burn your truth
Make you believe in God