I don't care how your story spins
As you cast away truth and lies to the wind
All the lost souls feast on your tales
Somewhat of a leader, and all they shall hale
But this facade, this fakeness, for which they hold you so high
Is known to you and I both, as lies in disguise
Have you forgotten that none of it's true
Or is the truth itself, to you just askew?
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