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.