Lies are the thoughts
We think in our heads
Making us sleep when
We go to bed
Lies are the hopes
That cushion our lives
That turn our violent screams
Into sighs
Lies are the corpses
In the beautiful tomb
That make us believe
We are back In the womb
They are so pretty
Sweet little lies
They make us believe
What we see
With our eyes
But lies are a thousand
Wishes untrue
Lies are the death wish
In me and you.
Things In My Head 