We are so inclined to tell these funny lies, stupid lies

Lies exhaust your mind, filling you with fear, turning mad

I have killed truths myself

Some of them killed me in turn

Cheated for my tender heart

Nurtured with the kindest evil

I am clad in truthful lies

Falling face down on the drivel

Every second many mouths repeating lies to make them true

I'm alive, but is it me?

Is this my face? - I cannot see!

You really cannot live without lies, pretty lies

Without them it's poison, a madhouse of thin cards, playing cards!