Little, sweet lies, they tortured truth
Packed her in white stockings of youth
Carried her to the fairy pond at night
And smoked themselves out of daylight
Lies, sweet lies, they caressed life
Dressed her wounds of pride and strife
Sang lullabies of a golden tomorrow
when hope would chase away sorrow
Lies, sweet lies, they seduced priests
Promised a paradise of youthful feasts
Locked them in lonely rooms of celibacy
Dancing with their could-have-been-intimacy
Lies, sweet lies, daily dose of hyponotics
Besmirched brothers of banal logics
Give me some today, oh let me fly again
of pain and gain, let me not in vain complain
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