I rather live a beautiful lie, Then an ugly truth that i cant deny, Dont care to answer the question why, But i can elaborate what is, Truth is an ugly crisis,
I rather play my number with dices, Blind as a bat they say, To be honest they see better in a way, See is to hear im just here to push play, show me the lie hide me the truth,
while the night is young and i am at youth, lie to me like subtitles on mute, now then lets continue this life in front of us, no laugh no fight or fuss, lie so far just continuous,
hold my eyes and speak to my ear, oh so gentlly i can barely hear, so i can fix your words where i can live without fear, hold my hand as i loose my vision,
i cant see be my eyes to this contradiction, help me breath not die of asphyxiation, guide me where i walk,
Dont keep me im silence please talk, speak what i wasn't to hear were it in chalk, so it can wash away like it was never there anyway...