The White Shaded Lie
The bringer of lies, deceit and two split tongues, takes a good look at you and grins
(his look is) Like an itch on your back, just out of nails reach, wanna scratch till it bleeds, but hey
Breathe in, think fast, a response is expected of you
Mind shut: What should you do?
Then white lies appear
and resurrects your fear
You've spent you life makin up all the answers
Your puny artifacts and translucide self-control
You krank that fire -burning
Spit your lies and wear 'em proudly
Minute by minute and word by word, you dig yourself down down deeper.
Is this your way to deal with it? Then
You haven't found the right one, son.
Breathe in, think fast, something is expected of you
Now what do you do?
These white lies you hear
Were (probably) meant to disappear
It proves the fact (that) you are unable to let go
Your puny artifacts and translucide self-control
You krank that fire -burning
Spit your lies and wear 'em proudly?
Feed me the answers then
Feed me the grit
Feed me the tearing guilt
You will not let it win, You will beat it down
You are not here to fail, You're above the ground
It's about to go down in the second round
You rule now
Siren sound
These white lies you hear
Don't have to disappear
You face them all with hope for redemption
No puny artifacts or translucid self-control
You krank that fire -burning
Spit your words and wear 'em proudly
Feed me the grit
Feed me the tearing guilt
A treat within reach
A salvation
The end complete