A lie of cover ups.

A lie of solace

A lie of being a rock solid

Because I don't have the esteem to be broken apart

And move it all over my contoured pity face

So I lie with lies

And make those lies my truth

If my truth is questioned

I'll manifest them in reasoning

If my truth does not make me being the being

I must summoned

But

I'll preach and preach and preach

Until my lies becomes remedies

My remedies become truth

My truth become ultimate privilege.