The truth is like a dancer with shattered limbs   What once stood proud and graceful is languishing   And the midday sun beats down from above like a giant fist   That evaporates the veracity from within our midst       -CHORUS-   Don't speak of truth in times like these   The concept's riddled with disease   Deny the sights your eyes have seen   This is the new reality       The truth is like a painting that time defaced   A monument to beauty left in disgrace   And the faded flower that our eyes yet devoured is in decline   What once was as pure as an infant's embrace has become maligned       (CHORUS)       The truth is like a lantern in heavy winds   What once shone like a beacon is growing dim   And the flickering flame dies out in the rain of perfect lies   Silver threads of smoke float upward into the sky       (CHORUS)