The Liar's Game

The Liar’s Game. Pain drips from the lips of the liar. The role of act. Stand tall, put on a show. The words sting and beat the wounded. In dreadful scars and marks Lies are exposed fresh flesh of skin. Paint me a new song, One with the bass. Lift my spirit into your arms. To throw it into the depths of deceit. Is this the game? Is this the Liar’s Game? Your lips drip of liar and desire. Heart full of cold. Painted beautiful for the show. Stiff as gun the shot has fired. Throwing away the peace Until my soul is in the ground. You feed on death. Your breath reeks of the devil. That buried me in the ground.