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
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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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
Writer(s): Thomas Shear
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