In the lie Lie all the beliefs And in the belief Die all the lies
From stories of "gods" Who create the thunder To the lies of love and kinship Of societies and their wonder
Lied into religion Educated about virtues and vice Lied about a happy future When happiness itself is a lie
When you break it down Down to the last Except that matter, everything else dies So if its that we are all made up of, From where did good and evil arise?
Where did the tales of myth come from? How did this system surmise? Wasn't it all supposed to make us feel happy? Ah! But they were just plain lies
Lies to breed more further lies And yet more to bear the older ones Robbed of all the will in the world Forced to believe the gods in the stars and the suns
Yet, the funniest irony about the beliefs Was it a linguist's private joke? An accident? Or just a plain riddle? For does not every 'be-lie-f' we hold Has a 'lie' right in the middle?