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We are so inclined to tell these funny lies, stupid lies Lies exhaust your mind, filling you with fear, turning mad I have killed truths myself Some of them killed me in turn Cheated for my tender heart Nurtured with the kindest evil I am clad in truthful lies Falling face down on the drivel Every second many mouths repeating lies to make them true I'm alive, but is it me? Is this my face? - I cannot see! You really cannot live without lies, pretty lies Without them it's poison, a madhouse of thin cards, playing cards!