I wish the truth be told
you can never know even when you're old
the pointless questions asked in the past went time too fast
Motionless corruption of self destruction
to moderate options
You can never know who believes and who tells
for you are stuck in your own personal hell.

I don't know why
Even though I spend every night with a cry.
It makes no sense I don't know why.

Mass hysteria filled the room
As the clockwork accepted your dues
Keeping every record shown
Even then time was meant to explode.
Unknown wonders of matter of explicit corrosion
to the dawn of an unlawful implosion.
You don't know what you got yourself into
until the time of day when everyone's out to get you
The beautiful lie backfires on it self
Now excuse me for a while its not polite to kiss and tell.