Lying is an everyday thing
It happens without notice and tends to strike like a snake
Lies sputter and spew from the one thing I can’t trust
My mouth is the gun
The lies are the bullets

I can’t stop
Lying is like drink
Addicting to the point of extinction
While you drink
I lie

I lie for everything I believe in
Maybe it’s too protect my serenity
Or maybe it’s because I’m a liar
I’m scared for what is to become of me

I can’t even trust myself
my own thoughts
Yet I don’t wish to change
I have dug my grave
I have made the casket
Now it’s my turn to lie down

It’s my turn to enter this world of fire
With heaven above you there is hell over me
Flames erupting around me
While this fire is in my mouth
Smoke whispers to me
Mottling my thoughts
my dreams
Coaxing another lie from my already dead lips

One lie after another
I will never stop
No matter how hard I try
Lying is a part of me
As natural as a hand or knee

You may think that you know me
But in all reality
I don’t even know myself
So how can you?