The sweetest symptoms of stupidity are lies

embed themselves in crevices behind your eyes

Half awake you'd stagger twenty flights a night

to hurl yourself headlong from heavens lofty heights

it's all over. The end is looming over us

In the shadow of its wings we run and hide

relax and take in the scene the hangman hangs alone

chapter two and here's another verse for you

Your vision lingers on this bleak and hopeless view

and every lie you ever once believe is true

sad enough even I believed a few