Lies are seeping to the liar
Lies surround - a twisted choir
Sugar-sweet and loud
ripping through the crowd
And lighting every evening fire

They are living, they are bred
They are spoken, they are read
Lies are all that echo in my head


Desire lies of loneliness
The cure is fake: that I confess
A beckoning voice
like a jarring noise
Commits me to my heart caress

Lies are stubborn, lies are wed
And they're what my follies fed
Lies are all that echo in my head


Others lying - that I know
Let the glass make high moods low
Though I may break
by own mistake
Forget their names before they go

Yet they linger as they're said
So I declare in letters red:
Lies are all that echo in my head


They fill my mind, as heavens turn
I push the night, while fingers burn
The streets smell lost
And I wonder the cost
Of perfecting my methods alone

Lies were walls with eyes that bled
In times of storm, a vest of lead
And proof to me the night was dead