With her braided crown, Truth roamed in the calm of the morning
Standing among the poor and the crippled while shining her light
The insidious Lie saw her, his veiled jealousy roaring
"Come rest with me, come in, find some solace from plight"

Truth smiled with innocence, accepting his invitation
And in no time at all, she slumbered, serene like a child
The shrewd Lie tucked her in with his cunning calculation
Drinking champagne, getting drunk on his devious pride

With the grin of a camel, Lie partied until the morning
Singing and belching, dancing with manic delight
No one was there to see it, to issue a warning
Because when dressed alike, you can’t discern Truth from Lie

The bold Lie took Truth’s finest outfit and put on her makeup
Wearing her fancy shoes, donning her crown
He snatched her watch and her dignity during this shakeup
And vanished into the twilight without a sound

Truth woke up, feeling foggy and violated
She sat naked on the bed, tormented by headache
Her possessions were gone, in their place was pure desperation
So she ran to the streets but no one recognised her face

The same poor souls she had smiled with had now turned against her
Throwing stones while mocking her, calling her the two-faced Lie
"It’s me", yelled Truth but the people treated her like a stranger
She pled to no avail while the police dispersed the crowd

Truth tried to prove her name, naked and weeping
The police wouldn’t buy it, they said "we know what she looks like"
"Truth would never prance naked and scream like a heathen"
"She’s gracefully posh and always wears her finest attire"

With her sad, impassioned cries Truth’s pleas persisted
But the men remained unmoved, telling her to go
"Leave this place", they demanded sternly without listening
Once so adored, Truth now lives penniless and alone

As the noise died down the whispers still largely persisted
Some forgot what Truth looked like but some never did
Some tried to claim they were her, some said she never existed
The brave few still say her name, hoping she’ll reappear

 
 
 
 

For the cruel Lie maintains his facade with outright malignance
Giving crumbs of hope like candy from his chariot of gold
Don’t be fooled by the words or the hallowed appearance
Few see through the vile masquerade Lie upholds

Lie is Truth, my friend, you have to believe it
Disguised in her clothing, he rides a white horse in the night
Wake up, can’t you see, he wears her crown without meaning
Wake up before they call you "the insidious lie"