Lies
Mark Wazzy
How do you deal with lies
When all you know in this world is fictitious
You may as well count it as a bag of fries
It makes you feel malicious
Sometimes you must pray
That all will come to bare truth
So many can play
In the years of they’re youth
What do we learn
If we are raised on lies
If lied to, we will all burn
And then criminalized
All we like to do is cause trouble
When it all comes down
We will pop like our bubble
So get rid of your crown
The last thing we need is a war
Between body and mind
It’s like a block of C4
It will wipe out all of mankind
Keep it up and suffer the wrath
For if you want to die
So take your fire bath
It’s time to say goodbye
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