Sometimes even the truth lies to me
But it's only because I lie to the truth
I have to keep it all balanced in place
And you'll never know it, seeing my face

My lies aren't an onion
Layered one after another
The truth buried in the center
That's too easy; I'm complex

My lies are like a Rubik's cube
But even better than that
Because even if you solve one
It's not the whole story I've spun

I've left many cubes over many places
It's impossible for you to chain them all
And figure out all of my precious lies
The reason I'm so good at lying?

Because I always tell the truth.