Tell me lies made of
Milk and honey
Told with a wink and a smile
Get your mother to
Back your story
She's always been mostly vile

The facts unravel
Before your eyes
Twisting your tongue into knots
All of the planning
One more disguise
Your costume shrivels and rots

I sit and listen
Full of anger
Wanting to rip out your throat
Yet I'm quiet while
I just ponder
What I will say in my note