DESCRIPTION:
Charity

You ´re sure you ´re doing me a favour
With your mendacious ways
Ya ´think you can wash your hands clean
Just because you still stay

You ´re so damn sacrificing
But I don ´t need your charity

So give me the pleasure one last time
And forget about your vanity
Put the cards out on the table
Stop playing this game
And spare me your conceited charity

You´re such a hopeless wretch, dear
Not able to tell me the truth
Although I loved you so much dear,
You don ´t deserve my youth

Devils playing the saints
Torturing me with their charity

So give me the pleasure one last time
And forget about your vanity
Put the cards out on the table
And spare me your conceited charity