The bringer of lies, deceit and two split tongues, takes a good look at you and grins (his look is) Like an itch on your back, just out of nails reach, wanna scratch till it bleeds, but hey Breathe in, think fast, a response is expected of you Mind shut: What should you do?
Then white lies appear and resurrects your fear You've spent you life makin up all the answers Your puny artifacts and translucide self-control You krank that fire -burning Spit your lies and wear 'em proudly
Minute by minute and word by word, you dig yourself down down deeper. Is this your way to deal with it? Then You haven't found the right one, son. Breathe in, think fast, something is expected of you Now what do you do?
These white lies you hear Were (probably) meant to disappear It proves the fact (that) you are unable to let go Your puny artifacts and translucide self-control You krank that fire -burning Spit your lies and wear 'em proudly?
Feed me the answers then Feed me the grit Feed me the tearing guilt
You will not let it win, You will beat it down You are not here to fail, You're above the ground It's about to go down in the second round You rule now Siren sound
These white lies you hear Don't have to disappear You face them all with hope for redemption No puny artifacts or translucid self-control You krank that fire -burning Spit your words and wear 'em proudly
Feed me the grit Feed me the tearing guilt A treat within reach A salvation The end complete