Another dream of lies filling the holy
beer staining the morality of the sheets
she looked at me and winked
temperament of peppermint
all falling from the golden sky.
They lied to the saints
and they lied in the paint
stepping forward from the scene
tears swallowed the canvas white
but we’ll be alright
Night song of the damned and night song of the free
they are same to you and to me
freedom lies in a whisper
whisper in a lie.