Untruths and lies abound
they’re found like flies
flying ‘round when someone’s died

As common as the air we breathe
as steady as the sun
Some people think they’re fun

How many people even know
what the truth is?
Something is amiss

I’m afraid to say, what’s on my mind
afraid that something true
may not please you

I fear for for my self
I’m running everywhere
escaping from your crosshairs

We all barter in this market
keep our reputation nice
with money and with dice

I had better brave the bullets
there’s nowhere to flee
and the Truth will set me free