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