Exposition?, well it always comes,
At the worst time...that is sure.
And no matter what - the dust will settle.
You've heard this all before.
Just how will your own delusions
Be exposed to you in the end?
Will the sky come falling down,
Or will the devil himself ascend.
It is promised, one day soon,
Like thief in dead of night,
To enter in, strike hard and fast,
And bring the wrongs to light.
And left there without any truth,
And no faith with which to bear,
The weight of your regrets and lies,
To fall dead from your despair.
And so to each - his own delusion!
Believe just what you will!
But I have found believing,
Just makes the soul quite ill.