To live or lie, one must do so,
In order to survive.
But you! You liar, you liar;
Who lied to me so deeply-
Let my lies fit you; craft you
A new indestructible armour gorged from the deepest pits of your lies;
And mix them with the silvery, silky secrets
That fall from your lips into mine

With the fire burning in the background, the black smoke sneaking up your nostrils,
the shouts and yells over the deafening noise of the forge,
You turn and wonder,Why?

I'll tell you why;
Because your lies, your silvery slick lies,
That fall from your lips into mine;
They are what forge this indestructible armour of yours;
Flawless silvery steel
Hard, strong, unbreakable!
But look!
There, right there, see that tiny little crack?
That one, that runs through your armour
That my friend, is the last remnant of all your lies.
You are a liar, but I say
Tracing my delicate finger, along the thick crack - the scar of your lies;
I am the worst.