Words of sweet denials,
words of the sweetest lies.
So bitter they cut
So bitter you bleed.
The truth is true no more,
it's the world itself.
It's the lonely mountain,
because no one's there.
Once the syllables are out
driven by all mighty lust,
there's no way you can trust
even if the time has passed.
It is just the question.
It's the voice inside your head.
It came from the outside
and there's nowhere you can hide.
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