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Lies can not only

Take the pain away

They can make us believe

The alter-ego

You worked so hard to be

And if the pain

Stings too hard

You can always stretch your neck

Or blow the top half of your head off

And really make a difference

What’s the problem

What’s the purpose

We made the whole thing up to fill the void

This is how we spend

Our precious gift of life

Waiting here to die

Surrounded by the culprits

I hate to be deceived

Distracted by the ether

Of what is real and what we choose to believe

You’re searching for the anti-truth

Still not satisfied

You can’t escape the hopelessness

The meaningless of life

Without the psychoanalysis

You wouldn’t have to lie

Without misguided hormones

You might feel the yearning

On the inside

Show me who you are

But please don’t try too hard

I don’t believe

In make believe

Reality ain’t that bad

What’s the problem

What’s the purpose

We made the whole thing up to fill the void

This is how we spend

Our precious gift of life

Waiting here to die

Surrounded by the culprits

I hate to be deceived

Distracted by the ether

Of what is real and what we choose to believe

You’re searching for the anti-truth

Still not satisfied

You can’t escape the hopelessness

The meaningless of life

No

I don’t believe it

Life doesn’t mean anything at all

When you waste it playing make believe