The lies, the lies. We can't hide from the lies that pour.
The truth, the truth. We search for some sign of truth.
We step on when our back is being stabbed, not turning to face the horrible faces.
Their blank, their blank. I rubbed them out of existence with their hearts.
Reasons why, reasons how. No one knows my reasons of why.
Try to grip to my future but it's blank, a clean slate.
 I'll keep erasing their faces out with my hands until my own end, that day will be the darkest ever.
I'll try, to find. A reason why I am going insane.
But why, am I going to keep going?
I'm left behind, in crime. Pull me by my chain on lies, lead me to the salvation. The moon is my judge and the sun is my savior.