Lied To

I
Don't like being lied to
Don't wanna be sweet-talked
Don't want to be sold

I
Wanna know where this comes from
It's got me afraid
Of my own difference threshold

I'm looking for action
I'm done reading lips
We hardly tell the truth with our mouths
So do it with your grip

When science gets around to it
Will we have the guts to do it
Open your hand and find that our fingerprints match
And laugh

I dream of a day with a proper noun
I'd fall down beneath my own weight
No one that loves me can help me now
I am in charge of my fate, oh

I am in charge of my fate
I'm overlooking the big blue sea
I fear it may be too late
If a wave sucks me in,
Will I find that our fingerprints match
And laugh



Credits
Writer(s): Collin Colson
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