The White Lie

THE WHITE LIE Give them the lie The white lie Let them do the senseless Dance Depraved men they are We, the forest that kill dreams Hands high in an endless rides We will loot their craddle of pride Hurt down their innocent lilies in need Demented men they are Bitten By fright afar What you tell them they hear They reason with their hair Give them the lies The power sector lies The white lies The political lies Brightest of all lies Let them do the senseless dance Then we can go home and embezzle All the oil in the nozzle.