The lies that were told
As the pages unfold
Through a history that is a thousand years old

The lies that exist
Amongst collourless mist
Gripping and grinding us tight in its fist

The lies told in vein
Leaves a blood collour stain
Growing and flowing and hard to contain

The lies that we make
Puts reality at stake
Pushing and forcing us all to be fake

The lies that were told
The stories they hold
Were worthless empty and cold