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Be careful now for what you put through your eyes

It might just make you blind when it comes to seeing

Tell me before it is too late what is wrong and where is left

My time has run out, but I will never leave this

Tell me quickly why I never see to find

But today let us just be quiet

Not talk a single word spoken

But whisper our lies to each other

You take my lies and make them your virtues

You lived the lie for so long that you believe

Hanging on my lips for everything I say

But it is all lies

Lies that fall from my mouth

You lick it up like a thirsty dog

You will not survive

Tell me now, what is it you believe in?

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"But it is all lies
Lies that fall from my mouth
You lick it up like a thirsty dog"

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