Too Many Lies

One, one-one-two, one-one-three, one-one-four, one-one-five,
It’s the rhythm of your lies.

You say you love but you don’t love.
You judge others by the love they give when love is received.
Modern day love is a simple thing—you get you give.
But you have to contradict to complicate.
Your dream is never satisfied.

You believe in justice, morals, right and wrong.
You critique others by the math of the law.
Modern day justice is pass for revenge—death, freedom.
But you have to contradict to complicate.
Your dream is never satisfied.  

You give yourself righteously to emotion, the basics of humanity.
You strip away their humanity by blaming their emotions.
Modern day emotion is an infinite excuse—rise and fall.
But you have to contradict to complicate.
Your dream is never satisfied.

You swear you understand why the sphere revolves they was it does.
You can’t even understand why you’re spinning the way you walk.
Modern day understanding is blindfold trust—mistakes and lust.
But you have to contradict to complicate.
Your dream is never satisfied.

You worry about the future, where you’ll be and where you’ll go.
You have no place there, you have to let go.
Modern day visions of the future are yesterday’s dreamers—too far and too gone.
But you have to contradict to complicate.
Your dream is never satisfied.

One, one-one-two, one-one-three, one-one-four, one-one-five,
It’s the rhythm of your lies.

I guess its time to say good-bye, until another time.
I won’t be going anywhere; I’ll see you around.
One day you’ll be skinnier, or maybe a little bigger.
I’m so sick of talking to this goddamn mirror.
My dream is never satisfied.