it's kinda nice to die
in a fire, a pyre
of burning untrue
it's kinda mean to lie
to survive, to hide
a monotonous hue
i could try to fight
the right, the sight
to appease you
it cleanses the eye
to cry, so i fry
for simply telling the
truth.
it's kinda nice to die
in a fire, a pyre
of burning untrue
it's kinda mean to lie
to survive, to hide
a monotonous hue
i could try to fight
the right, the sight
to appease you
it cleanses the eye
to cry, so i fry
for simply telling the
truth.