A perfect lie sleeps silently in the darkness,
Comforted by the emptiness of your conscience,
And though my screams are loud they will not wake,
The sleeping somber of my blind mistake,
Was love asleep before the lights were dimmed?
Or was it there to watch my end begin?
This knowledge of your false premonition,
Would soothe the wants of my prolonged redemption
I let you in and willed you to insult me,
You accepted the offer to let deceit control me,
And so you sleep inside my cluttered mind,
The truth concealed has made my eyes go blind,
And beneath my eyes the tears will slowly dry,
Within my slow descent I cannot fly,
Yet above the murky fog of solemn lies,
The truth will mend my wings amongst the skies.


Written by Bobby Warren Scarboro