Falsehood will grow like fungus
The trees they never had a say
Reaching into cold dead branches
A rotting corpse that used to breathe
Like axes to oak, axes to birch
Like crashing waves from tides
No one’s seen or heard
Lie into my eyes
Make me see the truth
There all along
Lies are piled high
Sharpened scraps of bone
-A piercing numb
Torment me on never darker whims, I hang on head of needle
Lie into my eyes
Make me see the truth
There all along
Lies are piled high Archer stands and shoots
-A piercing numb
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