Lies

Down drips the drool from the lips of the fat filthy fool With a grip stiff as death round a slick shiny tool As he cuts up the young lamb live as it cries out to God Why, oh, why give a thumb to a slob These sick awful sad miscreations of math How can we without word turn this mess into tact To instruct that without love, virtue and poise To correctly employ the endowment of choice It can read it on your heart It can read it in your eyes It can hear it in your voice It can hear it in your lies You tell to keep yourself as complacent as you can So wholly uninformed of the consequences Of every vile act orchestrated by the hand In a structure founded on a circular plan So configured to prevent the malicious to ascend A location higher than oblivion How amoebic man stabs grace in the back As she falls to her knees to obey his command To play dumb and to please To be struck, bound and teased To conclude sick, infected, impaired and diseased The lows we've achieved for some comic relief From this prank played by wolves slyly dressed up as sheep Veiled in hypnotic cloth keenly tailored to protect An impish façade from common regard It can read it on your heart It can read it in your eyes It can hear it in your voice It can hear it in your lies You tell to keep yourself as complacent as you can So wholly uninformed of the consequences Of every vile act orchestrated by the hand In a structure founded on a circular plan So configured to prevent the malicious to ascend A location higher than oblivion It can read it on your heart It can read it in your eyes It can hear it in your voice It can hear it in your lies You tell to keep yourself as complacent as you can So wholly uninformed of the consequences Of every vile act orchestrated by the hand In a structure founded on a circular plan So configured to prevent the malicious to ascend A location higher than oblivion So configured to prevent the malicious to ascend A location higher than oblivion