I can’t bear to live a lie, but I do
Hidden from sight the what, where, when and who
There once was a bogeyman under the bed
Sin was his deal, his desires were met
But he's okay now
'Cause that part is dead

Lies can defend against purposeful blame
When people who know catch wind of the same
One day they're here the next day they're gone
With such wind at ones back I could hardly stay long