I guess Jesus Christ doesn't exist
And no one will help me out in anyway
They all wear same mask with a smile behind
The bees are Thronging around the honey of misery
And the wounded one will be ripped
Lies, what they are saying from behind the screen
Lies, what they are saying under politics
All the love that you whispered
Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lies
Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lies
The lies I made 'coz I couldn't stand all alone anymore
The lies I made not to be hurt anymore
Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lies