The greatest liar, his hands are on fire
A true pariah, says he wears truth in his eyes.
He’d have you believe he’s the light and the sun
In all the dark verses he’s spun.
While all the while faking his smile and hiding his fangs within the beasts mouth.
He lied about dying without even trying
The lie became easy to say.
Let’s self diagnose
to mimic all of those souls
who suffer day after day.
Take a blank canvas
and spit out utter madness
that doesn’t exist till he wakes.
Read this and read that
bridges a non-existing recovery gap
they’ll all eat up what you feed them.
And when you fuck up, and you will fuck up
serving more poisonous lies from your quill
they’ll guzzle it down all the same.
Here’s your two minute warning
because you’re really quite boring
and KARMA’s come calling for you.
When stripped of their mane
lions all look the same
those fantastic creatures they are.
You can’t co-exist with a tongue with a twist
every time you open your mouth.
Humankind can unwind because you can no longer hide
they’ve fashioned your noose with your pride
karma rises from shade, for the lies that you made
finally, that one fine day has arrived.
Autistic you say, more like caught again on this day
a tyrant full of lies, no-one wise hears your cries
because they’re all lies, your sound, your sanctuary all screaming on mute.
Welcome to your last feast, you ragged old beast, you’re not at all pure and really not cute.
You’re only good enough for the devil to eat.
It’s not really a shame
you and you alone are to blame
after your two minute warning was set
no-one will even remember your name
only your game
after our truth telling checkmate was set.
We’ve change the last match and our course of has been set in history
mummy’s annoyed with her boy but it comes to her so naturally
faking all these illnesses you have was such a sad un-necessity
We’ve forgotten you instantly but remember incessantly.
Lead them blind you did do
lounge in the shade you did chose
now the knots tied in your noose
swing back and forth you will do.
Dead to us is the news
No-one dare sing the blues
no more lying you fuck, you lose!
Lying is a crime
Keeper of mine!!!
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