Truth

Life is a mystery, I'm running out of time to solve it The stream of history keeps racing through Dissolving all the clues And every trace of the truth It's like a smorgasbord of Mythologic mumbo-jumbo Mendacious gumbo on a plate From which they make us choose and chew And it don't taste like the truth And there's that question which Consumes me, like a constant itch Do they believe the lies they spread? Or is this their intent The structure of the truth gets bent To bring it crashing to an end? I'm asking for a friend... You say the merit of your case is evident and real I wonder why you want to Lie and cheat and steal to get it through Without the grace of the truth? If there's a lesson here I'm sure I failed to apprehend it If it's a message, I don't even know who I would send it to You've left no space for the truth And there's that question which Consumes me, like a constant itch Do they believe the things they say? Or is it that they're trying To recruit us through their lying To put their virtue on display Without the truth in the way? Life is a mystery, I'm running out of time to solve it The stream of history is racing through Dissolving all the clues And every trace of the truth