all of those little things i don't want to share i know what i want but it just isn't there and i lie yah i lie we're too tight to tango but not one in the same apprehension is the answer in this unwilling game why try when you can lie i don't think i can hate myself any worse still i grow more comfortable with every verse and i lie yah i lie i don't like to chain to smoke i don't like to think
i never liked acid and my clothes do not stink and like an aomeba in my single cell as i spread myself thinner do i choose my hell when i die you know i'll lie still my bed could not grow to suite all of my needs now i make my bed i must follow the deed so i lie in it i lie in it yah i lie by ommission i lie with your permission yah i lie yah i lie yah i lie that's the truth