Body of lies
Where’s the crossroad when you’ve lost your way
Where’s the irony in the joke of which telling would mean lying
and lying is all i know
When all i am is all that i know
And i know
I know things that would blow your mind
But you’re a petty loser who creeps under pillows and
covers of lies and truth is only one that you evade from
What’s worst that living in a hide of cows and sheep.
Worst is waking up and seeing a shadow in front of a mirror
Worst is having to smile
Worst is having to pretend.
But then you go and smile and for a while you think, hey its great living
but i wanna run, go for a jog, swim a mile, dance with turtles in the bluest ocean But then i cry and i die and it starts all over.
