Truth - Assemblage 23
The truth is like a dancer
With shattered limbs
What once stood proud
And graceful is languishing
And the midday sun beats down
From above like a giant fist
That evaporates the veracity
From within our midst
Don't speak of truth in times like these
The concept's riddled with disease
Deny the sights your eyes have seen
This is the new reality
The truth is like a painting
That time defaced
A monument to beauty left in disgrace
And the faded flower that our eyes
Yet devoured is in decline
What once was as pure as an infant's
Embrace has become maligned
Don't speak of truth in times like these
The concept's riddled with disease
Deny the sights your eyes have seen
This is the new reality
The truth is like a lantern in heavy winds
What once shone
Like a beacon is growing dim
And the flickering flame dies out
In the rain of perfect lies
Silver threads of smoke float
Upward into the sky
Don't speak of truth in times like these
The concept's riddled with disease
Deny the sights your eyes have seen
This is the new reality
