Текст: Billy Talent. Lies.

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Forced conversation, hidden agenda, you think we're stupid how dare you!
The rug has not been pulled over our eyes you fool, we can see right through!

Tip toeing villain, eyes in the ceiling, your false intentions have worn thin...
But we've been in your room and in your closet too, we've got one on you!

Lies...make it better
Lies...are forever
Lies...to go home to
Lies...to wake up to
Lies...from the alter
Lies...make you falter
Lies...keep your mouth fed
Lies...till your death bed...lies

Inside an office, a fallen angel, a smiling Buddha with snake eyes,
Creates the latest trends, and I just can't pretend, don't call me your friend!

Lies...make it better
Lies...are forever
Lies...to go home to
Lies...to wake up to
Lies...from the alter
Lies...make ya falter
Lies...keep your mouth fed
Lies...till your death bed...lies

Lies will come back to hunt you...bullet proof your limousine
Lies will come back to hunt you...hit and run a broken dream!

Lies...make it better
Lies...are forever
Lies...to go home to
Lies...to wake up to
Lies...from the alter
Lies...make ya falter
Lies...keep your mouth fed
Lies...till your death bed...lies