Remember that there are people who don’t mind when you lie to them.
They don’t mind when you tell them stories.
So long as you tell a good one.
For they have heard many.
They need you to make them believe.
Believe the things that they don’t see.
If you lie to them
You’ll have to believe
That these are the things you can’t feel
You’re humming lies to yourself now
And you don’t see
That these are the people that never believe.
They know every story that has ever been
And for all of our lies
There are hells of equal rim.