The Assumation Of Lies

The real me lies somewhere between

reality and the deep dark abyss of lead

and all the time i think i might die

but its not my fault, and its all in my head



liquid screams, watery flames, games people play



when they see what they wrought

when you realize nothing goes your way

when you have something, and alot

when screams pile up but never come out



and the meaning of life is but a doubt

we almost have no hope, no reason to

nothing to lie about and no truth

the lies lick the toungues, but teeth too



and the raining of brains is nothing

thinking is disruption, mind is a tool

and the thoughts we bear in mind are for fools



when concience overlaps and means all



the souls of those who dream can fall

now the day turns to apocolypse

and the night turns to death



we feel the reason we lie has abroad

many reasons, cannot be thought

cannot be scratched, though itches

cannot be fed though stitches



carries but top notch

ferries the best

means the word of the prophets will leave you a test

means nothing at all but everything yet