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We ask the question, Why lie?   Well you see,  We aren’t the only ones being lied to   Everything is lies  
Did I ask for your opinion?The pizza guy is asking for my numbergive him one i found in the phonebookoh what a shame i could be sometimes  Did I make you cry?Pour a drink and wait in line
How can you find, Who you are, When you're constructed of lies?   Everyone thinks they know me, Thinks they know how I feel, How I think, What makes me sing, Makes me breathe,
No name can fit this hollow mess of flesh,  so try another and carve a new facade  wear it today, a new one tomorrow as yesterday's skin has decayed into a rotten mesh of bruised and bloated purple-green. I know! lets create our own!
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