My tongue is made of silver.
I should donate my lies to charity,
got a lot to give,
why stick with honesty?
When I could win by spinning a web,
silky smooth,
honey sweet lies,
you like the imagination,
the false ambitions.
Be careful,
I'd sell you dirt for the price of a gold nugget,
slippery as a snake,
lurking in the grass.
Oh wait, I lied about that,
I'm a dragon, I'll turn your dreams to ashes,
you love the lies.
It burns so good like alcohol on a cut,
these lies are teething and biting,
baiting you in
with a sense of serenity in its words.
Look at my resume,
it'll say con artist above all things.
My lies are the Milky Way,
beautifully crafted
for you to feel important,
The most wanted.
Trust me with your life,
the heartbeat never lies,
except mine, it beats awkwardly,
seemingly otherworldly.
Proud sinner, I should wear a shirt for it.
The Devil will never take my word for it,
selling you fantasies.
The truth never fits.
It can't satisfy the addiction,
to the sight of puzzled faces.
Confused, twisted, demented,
don't look at me different,
I'm still your knight in shinning armor.
See my Forked tongue?
I think you get the picture,
and if my hourglass is up,
I'll convince God to give me more.
Don't take me serious,
just a little delirious.
Some say I'm weak,
honesty is the sign of a strong person,
but it takes a strong mind
to make you believe the cheapest lines
are that of Shakespeare.
My life,
My talent,
I love to lie.
You do believe me, right?