A requiem for a lie

In shadows where the truth gets lost in time,

A masquerade of voices, all a twisted rhyme,

Lies are the music to which we dance and sway,

In a world where honesty has turned to gray.

Who are the liars, the jesters of despair?

When genius sleeps beneath the weight of fear,

And the truth is a ghost that whispers in your ear,

In this melancholy dance, we search for a spark,

To illuminate the shadows, so we won't be lost in dark.

Bastards weave their tales to keep us all confined,

Bad intentions blossom in this poisoned mind,

Desperate followers cling to dreams undone,

In the requiem for a lie, no solace has begun.

Maybe tomorrow, reality will bend,

When genius sleeps beneath the weight of fear,

And the truth is a ghost that whispers in your ear,

In this melancholy dance, we search for a spark,

To illuminate the shadows, so we won't be lost in dark.

We’ll remember the fallen, the stories intertwined,

In this world of illusions, our hearts forever blind.