Well I'm a liar truth be told
Proud of the fiction that I've sold
Villainous alchemist, the gold I forge in time
From the emptiness I harbour deep inside
Will shine and blind you every time
I have a flair for fallacy
I am the king of make believe
I spin the truth until all colours turn to black
An uncanny knack for fabricating fact
Abstract, confusion pressure trap
I need control
To take possession of your soul
Abject schemes and bluffs
Ascendancy of love
These lies of mine
Will sure take their sweet time
Infesting every inch of your design
A wooden nickel in my hand
I am a coward of a man
My yellow belly is painted brighter than the sun
And the fantasies I've framed may come undone
one by one, I can always run
I need control
To take possession of your soul
Abject schemes and bluffs
Ascendancy of love
These lies of mine
Will sure take their sweet time
Infesting every inch of your design
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