O mendacious, mendacious light
A thousand lies that are true
wither my heart with pride
and make my body dance

Slowly I move,
through the molasses
of modern times.

We yearn for something true,
but when we hear it,
we yearn for something false,
and run to our imaginations

Everything we see is built on
lies that bury our brains

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