Live/Lie/Die. An adaption from A rap by C.M. Snuffer

I pick up the ties just like a stone that mediates between the two impeccable soul-comedians that sell hate.  I'm embezzled by these loud cries to immediately behind my own creation disguise in my own old world.  To deny my thoughts and sell the truth, deny the times and so do you, only to believe what is right and what is true.

But the truth is a number we cannot count to or count on.  So where will you be when the hands fall off?  When the number is reached and you can't fall back on my hands, 'cause they're gone too.  I'd like to see a Earth when the lies are told as truth.

Here you are just like one of the rest.  All alone in this mantle, one shot in the chest.  I escaped with just one bone, but the bone was a lie.  Then I picked up the fetus that you thought was alive, but really died.  Trustworthy bones inside was a child.  This child said to me that all of life was a lie.  So I took a look around in this bleeding tomb and realized, drop-dead, that it was always true.

End.