Talk is cheep,
I can't afford the, price of wasted time
Who will reap the profit of the lie?

Fantasy,
Illusion fusion impressions of a high
Sacred is the being of the lie

Drawn is a picture of myself,
It's all that I see, leaving!
Gone are the cries I heard for help,
The mirror spits,
Reflections of a lie

Are you waiting for a chance?
Won't happen standing in the rain

Damage done,
The truth is drowning in a sea of hate
Wet, they wear the fiction like a badge over their hearts

Drawn is a picture of myself,
It's all that I feel bleeding!
Gone are the cries I made for help,
The mirror spits,
Reflections of a lie

Feed my head! I'm hungry for a lie

Be sure and teach your children well,
To use it pure and slow
Be sure they teach their children,
Be sure the children's children

Slight of hand, slight of word
Slight to beleive, the absurd
Feed my head I'm hungry
I'm hungry for a lie

Drawn is a picture of myself,
It's all that I see greiving!
Gone are the cries I made for help,
The mirror spits,
Reflections of a lie

Feed my head of a lie!
Feed my head reflections of a lie
Feed my head Feed my