What kind of lie are we living on?
What kind of nature lives in us?
What sort of spirit do we carry?
So many questions, many unknowns…
Keep telling me, keep lying
Tell me the difference of everything
But oh, you don’t, you don’t know…
What sort of planet are you living on?
Tell me, what sort of living do you know?
Tell me, tell me, and keep on lying
It is what it is now, now, now
Tell me if I’m right or wrong?
Can you tell me? ‘Course not!
It is what it is, darling, we don’t know
So keep your words, keep your breath
I’ll save your embarrassment, just go away!
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