Stolen
Ministry - Animositisomina
Our defense is your defense
Your defense in some sense
Some senseless way unfolded
Folded 'cause it's all been
The gilded scale was burning
Just as your back was turning
Just as all trust was leaving
You'd have us all believing
Then quickly rewrite everything
Then disappears — it's been
The gilded scale was burning
Just as your back was turning
Just as all trust was leaving
You'd have us all believing