| It’s a tangled web we weave, an eloquent debris
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| When we drape the truth in such a grotesque tapestry
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| Embellished words and deeds, a fictional disguise
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| Imagined glories fade beneath the weight of lies
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| It’s a game we play and we agreed upon the rules
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| Pretend our make-believe is basically the truth
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| A mental static — a cognitive dissonance
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| The lies we tell ourselves will increase in expense
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| Image to cultivate, illusion to maintain
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| Vulgar in sentiment and wrapped in the profane
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| The cracks in the façade too numerous to count
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| The points of weakness are of infinite amount
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| It’s a game we play and we agreed upon the rules
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| Pretend our make-believe is basically the truth
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| A mental static — a cognitive dissonance
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| The lies we tell ourselves will increase in expense
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| The story falls apart like ruins in decay
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| The truth exposed at last to the blinding light of day
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| A fallen city burns where once it stood so tall
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| Brought down by the deadly myth that penetrates its walls
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| It’s a game we play and we agreed upon the rules
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| Pretend our make-believe is basically the truth
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| A mental static — a cognitive dissonance
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| The lies we tell ourselves will increase in expense |