To those who see, but can't flee are the ones who are glee.
Filled with lies, but can not rise.
Are the ones who can't see the wise.
Wonderful lives stand under lies with the Ones who cry by their own side.
Stand by and lie while trying to fly high.
Struggle to tell the truth, but all that comes out is lies.

Your face filled with hives hiding all the lies.
While your eyes are filled with tides.
The look in your eyes is filled with lies.
But somehow you feel the rise.
Shaking your head under the bed.
Filling your head with something else instead.
Something is coming towards the bed, but there's nothing ahead.

Pouring out more lies my face is breaking out with more hives.
Standing there with all those lies.
Is someone who can't hide.
Body still can't feel, with the hive going towards my eyes.
Something tells me I am almost done with these lies.

- zona zamera