Your words are filled with hate
And now you've been called out
Please ask me if I'm willing to die
For the very fickle attention of fate
I've absolutely no worries or doubt
That if asked for truth or a lie
That you'll receive in return
Exactly what you've given
As for me, yes I'll die for the truth
I also think that that'd be good
It is better to leave well
And in a final curtain
Than if I linger in the falsehoods
That I might create
Like those words of hate you spew
And those lies you believe in
Ask yourself again
What is truth, and you might change
Because there is no one to answer to
But yourself at the end of the day
“The reason I talk to myself is because I’m the only one whose answers I accept.”
