Bend the truth


Acidic questions
That hurt so much
Make my vision
Blur into the world of pretend
I ask so much
uestions that cause wounds
Wounds to never heal
Like the never ending pain

Questions cross my mind
How do i know i can turst you?
Where does your loyalty lie?
The number one question is why?
You let the knife slice through me
And when you get yours
I'll be waiting
At Hell's gate

I know
It's not fair
But was it fair that you let me die?
And the two words insrcibed
on Hell's lobby, sure ain't
"Good" or "eveil" it's
"Ca-ca happens"
Bend the truth
TO make it seem
Like a dream