The sweetest symptoms of stupidity are lies Embed themselves in crevices behind your eyes Half awake you'd stagger twenty flights a night To hurl yourself headlong from heavens lofty heights It's all over. The end is looming over us In the shadow of its wings we run and hide Relax and take in the scene the hangman hangs alone Chapter two and here's another verse for you Your vision lingers on this bleak and hopeless view And every lie you ever once believe is true Sad enough even I believed a few