Letras
A lie is like a river it eats your soul away
It wears ad tears and undermines foundations made of clay
It starts out like a trickle, innocent and yet
You add to it, bit by bit, and soon you will regret
The trickle becomes a rivulet, the rivulet then a stream
And soon you lie in so easily with astonishing routine
As water wakes its way into, every crack and seam
So too the lie invades, pervades every fiber of your being
And soon you're carried everywhere by the river of lies you tell
Your walls of clay erode away until you're just a shell
The price you pay for all your lies is no identity
You look into the mirror and no reflection see
Where is the joy, the peace, the love
No moment in the sun
Nowhere to hide from the pain inside
From what you have become
You realize your memory lies like footprints on sandy shore
A shallow grave, a single wave
And then you are no more
Where is the joy, the peace, the love
No moment in the sun
Nowhere to hide from the pain inside
From what you have become
You realize your memory lies like footprints on sandy shore
A shallow grave, a single wave
And then you are no more