Lies

Peddle ancient florist
Roam the sheltered forest
Grinning towers, wide-eyed
Porcelain heads collide

Your lies
You're telling your lies
There lies
A great man

Sell me all your glory
Shiny, plastic stories
Tainted, imitated
What is real has faded

Your lies
You're telling your lies
There lies
A great man



Credits
Writer(s): Montes Jura
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