You gotta problem you just can't hide

Compulsive habits that never seem to die

Your breath is taken up all the air

Your teeth are rotting to black holes in your head

Well reality is due What you say just can't be true

When the story is streched and so far fetched

That you're lacking an excuse

You Lied

Your mother allowed you for just one white lie

But now she's dead,and she left you with a problem

Pinocchio has pierced your tongue

Your nose is growin' into the 3rd dimension

Well reality is due What you say just can't be true

When the story is stretched and so far fetched

That you're lacking an excuse

You Lied