[5.2 Users: Lead II (sawtooth)]

In

the

day

light,

comes

dark

ness.

On

the

verge

of

night,

a

fear

was

born

Sweet

er

than

the

dream.

The

re

al

i

ty

of

you.

Im

mac

u

late

De

cep

tion.

De

cep

tion

From

the

spir

it,

runs

poi

son.

And

the

wheel

of

for

tune,

is

ev

er

still

Sweet

er

than

the

light.

The

dark

ness

of

your

soul.

Im

mac

u

late

De

cep

tion.

De

cep

tion

Some

thing

has

touched

the

spir

it

in

side

Once

there

was

love,

now

there's

a

void

Nights

of

de

cep

tion,

ghosts

in

my

mind

Am

I

be

witched,

slave

to

de

sire

It's

know

ing

that

times

keeps

roll

ing

on

Night

af

ter

day,

day

af

ter

night

It's

know

ing

that

feel

ing

of

com

ing

home

To

where

my

spir

it

lies

It's

know

ing

that

feel

ing

of

com

ing

home

To

where

my

spir

it

lies