Into Your Style
Who's better judge
I'm your loneliest son
The code in your eyes
Means that you understand
It means you are stuck
Into your lies
No more soft smiles
It's just a matter of time
Into you lies
Into your style
Once you believe
That you only are king
Several years surrounded
By the flesh of your flesh
Once you believe
That you only are king
It's the end of story
Well it's up to you
Writer/s: BOISCLAIR FREDERIC