Sometimes we feel the need to lie
Sometimes we face the sorrow of truth
Why do we hide behind the pain
The game of farce remains
Life is so rude
Living a ruse
Brood in a bind to cries of laughter and despair
It's true
100 times, 1000 times, 100000 times
The pinnacle of lies, bound in by truth in disguise
Consolidated liabilities and tailored mindsets
Blinded by greed or call it prejudice
And all that matters is survival of the vital ties
In the feast of the fortuitous
We're living a life of dangerous trust
And wrongful lust
There's no meaning for the tryst with destiny
If freedom comes with the price
Of living wrongful lives
Clave, away, your sorrows
That bind your heart in vain
You won't feel the pain
You won't feel no pain
So you won't feel asway
It all just fades away
Tomorrow's just a new rewind
Walking in circles day in and night
As we all flaunt our plastic smiles
When we look into each others eyes
We're just a box of memories
So why are we so surreal
Life is so rude
Living a ruse
Brood in a bind to cries of laughter and despair
It's true