Obscure night
Telling lies
Catastrophe
Even money
She's beautiful
A guy can see
Catastrophe
Telling lies
And we are just seeking
And we are
A real, Satan telling lies
Reality
Catastrophe
The more we look
The more we lie
The more we take
She's beautiful
A man in search
The truth unveiled
But hard to handle
Better to pretend
And then it hit me: why even bother with this shit?
It's not like there's some medal in the end Why then even pretend I'm all for, not against