We play truth or dare on a third story patio,
Never knowing the danger that lies in disguise.
Asleep, it may be but soon will wake.
As the glory of innocence dies,
I say,”Come to me, Naked Truth.”
You stay thrashing in the wiles of the untamed soul.
Pour down your wickedness.
Turning the golden hearts to coal.
Path of the dead folly,
Spare me the wait.
Path of decayed wealth,
Bring on greed and hate.
In your company of deceit,
Spare me the fate.
Never say die, but death becomes me.
Hell is just a phone call away.
Burn all the demons, but spare this white witch.
Listen to what she has to say.
In the rock of tomorrow, will soon lie her ashes.
Punished for a crime not committed.
No one can know the truth, the truth of all.
For in this, no one can be acquitted.
On the path of reason, one must be spared,
But overcome the trenches.
Spare me the truth.
Spare me the lies
In the sanctity of all our dying voices,
Spare me the choices.
In my conscience, I can no longer play the game
With deceit and vanity, I know their name.