The Greatest Lie

Endless loops on a dead end street.

Why do you suffer me so?

Oh spark of life,

Oh holy fire.

Bringing false promises of shine,

as you hide in the dark.

Fueling the madness that is held in us all,

while you fool the world

with a story so old.

Oh that great story,

that great and terrible story

of glory and fame,

of love and war.

Stand amongst the chaos and recite your song.

Tell that story to the suffering soul.

Guise your darkness in that cloak of lies.

See how much longer

the world will swoon.

No longer can I join in this charade of fools.

I will stand a far off from your shores,

with your glittering beaches and sunless seas

Oh holy fire

Oh spark of life

Why do you suffer me so?

Oh endless loop

and dead end street

don't suffer my soul

anymore...

Just leave me be.