We liars are defined by our lies.

How big are our lies?

How many are our lies?

How frequent are our lies?

How easy is it for us construct a lie?

And how complex are our lies?

Who do we lie to?

How many people we lied to?

Why do we lie?

What do we have to hide?

Everything, everything,

Every lie, every word, every syllable that slip out of our mouth

Blur us

Into something more and more vague

Into something more and more unreal

Into something more and more false

Who are the real us liar, behind all those lies?

We do not know and we do not want to seek out anytime soon.

Venture too deep in the barb-wired of lies and you will forever get stuck there.

Venture too far into the abyss of lies and you will forever lost in the dark, dark pit.

Venture too fast in the badlands of lies and you will forever die thirsty, eroded away by the sand and harsh sun.

Venture too genuine to the ground of truth and we burn in flame.