The Lie

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The end is where we all begin
We sharpen our knives
And we count our sins.

We preach our values
Our thoughts
And our gods

We cut at our throats with a razor sharp lie.

Our words are like knives as we tell a sick lie
A betrayal so sweet it shakes you alive

As the world falls to traitors we all raise our knives
And one deadly cut, with the sound of our lies

Each cut that you make, with a sound of your voice
Is a sound of a traitor
Now you're gone we rejoice

Rejected by life and welcomed by death
Is another lost battle, and a time you have wept

Sing me to sleep with the sound of your knife
The cold bladed truth is the end of your strife.

Look to the sky as you're saying good night,
You won't be here tomorrow because you lost the fight.

Haunting your foes and ending your fears
Laughing in triumph as you soak up their tears

You are the ending and where we begin
You are the reason we count all our sins

You are the lier and you are the fight
You are the blade and you are the night

You cut at our throats with your crimson soaked blade
You can't put an end to this big masquerade

Hide with a mask to block out your past
You don't even see it but the end's coming fast

You are the soldier and you are the gun
You leave us dying our thoughts on the run

Your bullet it punches us straight through the heart
You knew from the get go we were doomed from the start

You cheat and you lie
You make us all cry

You stomp on our will
You laugh at our lives

You harm and you scar us
You blind and deceive us

You shroud your true self in the form of our pride

You scream in our ear and you make our blood rush
You make us feel hated
You make us give up

We do what you want,
So we pick up the knife

You got what you wanted
So we ended our lives

When it comes to a lie you are sharp like a knife
You caused all the pain that ended a life

A person so kind, they cared and once tried
You stand straight behind them and strike with your knife

A quick fatal blow is all that it takes
To tip someone over to hit the ground below

A cold
Solid welcome

To the end of their life
Because you are a lie

And you're as sharp as a knife.

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