Lie is my instinct , Separated from cradle of my being. My streams in head. Lie to me without shame.
Your fingertips like wolves, Bitting my sic mind. Your glaze like spider's web Covering me with shraud, Your voice like the sky White tiger with blue eyes. this is holy lie.
Build me brick by brick and stick me with the fame Build me brick by brick and stick me with the fame
Searching for the truth, Searching for the lie My eyes've become blind.
While my words are becoming stronger, My thaughts are less orded And when I'm doubted to the temptation My truth will stay in shade.
And then I'm doubted to the temptation
And I'm naked above the depth Take a breath for the rest of times. Let this comedy break your spine.