• maoahi 7w

    I heard the lies were built to refract
    A phenomenon to extract the guilt
    Is something you should have but till then
    You've got to dance stupid son of bitch

    Exactly like those tricks that are changed and remade
    And you'll be pressurised to find the first one that started it
    And you're fated to miss
    And he'll catch the fictional character
    In your eyes and splash a bibliography on eyelids

    And the peeling of truth will hurt
    And you're never gonna find the right words
    When there is lies wrapped up in lies
    The stupid son of bitch will make you wait

    I think it's written in pretty simple language
    It doesn't come with meaning dictionary yet
    Oh yes, it's a thing for those awkward stretch of lips
    No, that's not gonna make you feel better

    And after you've suppressed the heartbeat, just breathe
    And then begin to palm rub the tension off
    That freshly introduced low side
    So as not to be seen hopping around the room

    And the peeling of truth will hurt
    And you're never gonna find the right words
    When there is lies wrapped up in lies

    The stupid son of bitch will make you wait

    Time to take decisions on distances
    Can you feel itch in your veins
    And in all that time when you're on your own
    Can you un-jumble your mind from riddles
    Of the deranged memories

    And the peeling of truth will hurt
    And you're never gonna find the right words
    When there is lies wrapped up in lies
    ©maoahi