You gotta problem you just can't hide 
Compulsive habits that never seem to die 
Your breath has 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... 

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...