Thursday, May. 27, 2004 / 6:29 a.m.
The Lie

Confess to you my naughty secrets

So you can stand and judge

Tip your scale and condemn

Me to a deeper hell

Where the lights are harsher

But is still dimmer

Life without a gleaming hope

The spark that keeps me going

But you say you want to know

And prod for details and truth

That is too rare and raw

Truth that drove Cassandra mad

And sent Freud off on a witch hunt

So let's just condemn me now

And save us all the trial

The state doesn't allow defense

And the people want a hanging

So let me be your scapegoat

Your sacrificial lamb

Go ahead and slaughter me

And wipe clean your memory

It's better to forget

Or so I'm so often told

But forgetting is a luxury

For those who weren't there

Who didn't see, didn't touch

Didn't feel

Left with lost illusions

And shattered fantasies

Wouldn't you just prefer forgetting

Skipping on merrily

Snuggling with the lie