Lies

Lies, unfurled lies
Hundreds of million Truman Shows
Exploiting eyes
Hope, hope's just a thing to cling to
Hanging on by the thinnest thread
Even though it's through
Truth hangs on the horizon
But drifting away
Oh dissipating
Crumbling society
Lies, controlled by lies
Living in this world
Reality is hard to find
Home, home is place to long for
White knuckles on the steering wheel
One hand on the door
Truth hangs on the horizon
But drifting away
Oh dissipating
Crumbling society
Hope, hope just a thing to cling to
Hanging on by the thinnest thread
Even though it's through
White knuckles on the steering wheel
One hand on the door
One hand on the door
On hand on



Credits
Writer(s): Jason Powers
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