Land of Liars

Welcome to the land of liars
Where we repress desires
Inflation's dimmed our fires
While demons never tire

Everyone around me is frightened
The media's grip has tightened
You may think I talk like a psycho
But I think that life is a cycle

I'm abstract, soft as a q-tip
My life's like a bloodstained tulip
So forgive me please, your highness
My knowledge may cure blindness

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