The truth is like a dancer with shattered limbs What once stood proud and graceful is languishing And the midday sun beats down from above like a giant fist That evaporates the veracity from within our midst CHORUS Don't speak of truth in times like these The concept's riddled with disease Deny the sights your eyes have seen This is the new reality
The truth is like a painting that time defaced A monument to beauty left in disgrace And the faded flower that our eyes yet devoured is in decline What once was as pure as an infant's embrace has become maligned
The truth is like a lantern in heavy winds What once shone like a beacon is growing dim And the flickering flame dies out in the rain of perfect lies Silver threads of smoke float upward into the sky
