It's a tangled web we weave, an eloquent debris When we drape the truth in such a grotesque tapestry Embellished words and deeds, a fictional disguise Imagined glories fade beneath the weight of lies
it's a game we play and we agreed upon the rules Pretend our make-believe is basically the truth A mental static - a cognitive dissonance The lies we tell ourselves will increase in expense
Imagine to cultivate, illusion to maintain Vulgar in sentiment and wrapped in the profane The cracks in the facade too numerous to count The points of weakness are of infinite amount
The story falls apart like ruins in decay The truth exposed at last to the blinding light of day A fallen city burns where once it stood so tall Brought down by the deadly myth that penetrates its walls