Give me inspiration,
I need a way to write.
This life is hard,
This life is cruel,
And we find a way to fight.
We've created all our problems,
And we'll blame all of the other.
We'll look for lies
We'll fine our scapegoats,
In faces we call friends.
We look for lies in all their truths,
Just so we can say,
There's a reason for this suffering,
A reason for our pain.
And with knife in hand,
We scream "It's them!"
And convince ourselves,
These lies are justified.
Try to hide deceit in our eyes,
We'll play a contradiction game,
Write a lullaby of lies,
To the rhythm of our crimes,
And still find a way to say,
We knew all of their lies.
I've asked you once before,
For inspiration of some kind,
I found it in your sad songs,
And forgotten line of lullaby lies.



 
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