the lies and the half-truths lay on my tongue like a dead cockroach;
your sense of shame and failure can be magnified one thousand-fold

you want me to, you want me to come clean (X2 chorus)

you fooled yourself into believing that i'd let you walk away scot-free;
when your pain is poetry and a lie is like morphine to me

i can use a lie like a weapon, a vicious salvo of spit and air
they say the truth can move mountains, but you can't contest my lying stare

(chorus)