Analyzing and recognizing
How people are, takes a whole
Lot of time
But in a way or in the other
You can undress them from their wall of pride
Do you there's a girl
Do you there's a girl
Who can glance in you
And steal you mind
No deception can be a secret
In your smallest Russian doll
So while
You put up
You show
She knows
No time
For you
Don't mind
She knows
She always trying to reach
Some kind of friendship with some-other
but knowing how
Things go she can't
An illusion, a reclusion,
A prisoner in her own
State of mind
Nothing new to.. to discover
Has taken her away from "life"
Do you know there are ways
And ways, and ways
To uncover layers of your mind
No deception can be a secret
In your smallest Russian doll
Omniscient relations
Between mind and veiled sensations
The colours faded to grey
Like in Russian movies
Images are moving
Slowly and gasping in pain
