The sun rises without fail
This I know, my senses show

Above my head it sails
As it glows, the wind blows

I see you rise, without fail
My senses show, this I know

You wake and put on your disguise
As you rose, the tide grows

There is no prize, at the end of their rainbow
It sure aint lined with no gold

Even your lies are not your own
Even your truth is not your own