A misty morning can cover your lies,
but your regret will take your demise.

When the sun comes up, it will remember what the moon told it.
And what it knows- you can't hide from.

Soon the black cat will claw your admission right out of your mouth.
The difference is, you're not a mouse.
You can play, but you won't be able to get away.

Soon our pain won't amount to much thought
and we will surely die.