Oh What A Tangled Web We Weave All Twisted In Lies,
The Remorse We Crave And The Pain We Hold,
What Is It Like To Be A Liar?
To Hold The Turh In Your Hand,
As You Let It Rot And Expire.

Is It Impossible To Feel The Touch Of Honesty?
Her Sweet And Supple Voice Never To Be Heard,
What Is It Like To Know You'll Never Find Her?
Does It Eat Away At Your Very Sanity,
Or Does It Build Up Your Ever-Growing Need To Create A Farce?

In Reality You're Just Like Everyone Else,
The Severity Of Your Condition Is Based On Your Pain,
Do You Lie To Make Up For The Fact No One Cares,
Or Do You Do It So You Own Boring Exsistence,
Is Covered Up By A Blanket Of Self-Pity?

But In Light Of It All I Can Tell You This,
Be Careful Of What You Lie About,
For You Never Know What You Lie About Today,
May Become A Truth In The Future,
Oh What A Tangled Web You Wove.