Treachery Earned

I'm still looking for answers to the questions
But too many lies have lead to confusion
What if you asked if life had no meaning
I wonder would we linger in a dying world
Echoes of lies we've told lead to confession
We lived this existence in a land of illusions
We demand escapism, long to be dreaming
Existence and reality seems treachery
If so, it is a treachery we've earned