Im a Pathological Lier
Everything i say
isnt what i mean
in fact i dont understand a single word i speak
or any of my actions foot steps and deeds
is it truth i seek
or dishonesty
believe
im a cheater
who flicks switches
changing the light
from stripes to spots
back to stripes
was i born a lier and a thief
or is that just a dream inside of me
ive made up over and over again
if you keep lieing to yourself
and believe
then can you ever really see
where the world begins or ends
through the looking glass
i think
maybe i dont know who i am
or at least i used to
steal from the rich to feed the poor
then i stole from the poor to feed myself
im selfish
thats the way it is
ive lost my morals in a world of cheap tricks
im a con artist
thats the only true words
that ive ever let slip from my lips
pretending im a figment of imagination
that doesnt exist
when to be fact your the one i invented
to give my story a twist
is there a cure to this madness
if this is madness that is
and it starts to rain
i start thinking again
how old am i
was i born sane
and have my words and deeds
the choices ive made
the path ive chosen to walk
slowly built up over time
like a forest of spinning trees
blowing in my mind
changing into one character to another
day by day
Dr Jack all spinky and hide
did i find a way
to break the mould
become a schizophrenic
in a land full of gold
living love parties
and loving on the street
everybody that your feeling
everybody that you meet
my minds mixed up
its the way that i feel
not knowing the difference
between whats real or not real
if i tried to tell you
you wouldnt understand
why i write in pen
on the palms my hand
i used to be a singer
in a old school band
i once lived inside a hole
i dug into the sand
waiting to drown
in a hole in the sand
all those stories
that ive told to you
well now you know that
none of them are true
im a schizo
flop flip
no long
friend ships
burning brige
lier clicking lighters
starting fires
in my mind
splitting personalities
what is really
space and time
i wont hide
i wont hide
till you know
are you me
or am i you
ive lied in fields
and ive laid on the beach
a head made of stars
with eyes that look deep
deeper and deeper
sailing into outer space
till i decided
theres no such thing as running
there isnt any race
sinking in the barrel
i want to be the cat
in the bag
thats drowning
i want to be the cat
now the cat is out the bag
i want to be the cat
in the bag
thats drowning
Sunday, 12 June 2011
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