Casey Hallas Art

I Won’t Learn to Lie

Behind these homes
Behind these homes
Is a road
The road that we’re on
Taking us somewhere
Beyond

I’d like to learn
To be reborn
Without the pain
Choking all my
Smiles

Pastor semen
Movies making light
Of hell
The devil
Luxury

I, me, mine, me
I’m not good enough to be
Yet I won’t learn to lie

Whisper it here
Whisper, it is what you say
Say it to me,
Hey, if it’s what you’re
Thinking

No friend of mine
Would think to put me on the right
Yet I won’t learn to lie

Be a man
Sticks and stones will break
My hands
Yet I won’t learn to lie

I, me, mine, me
I’m not good enough to be
But I won’t learn to lie

Making the bread
Breaking the bread
Made of death
Eating the bread
Eating and freezing
The rest

Sit at home
Sit at mine and what me gone
I won’t learn to lie

Sit at home
Sit at mine and want you gone
I won’t learn to lie

I me, mine, me
I’m not good enough to be
I won’t learn to lie.

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