This is where I tell her a lie
To cover up another
Which masked the one before
That I created in defence
Of the first one I told
In order to conceal the truth
From being uncovered
This is why we cry
How we hurt each other
Virtue gets lost in war
As we hide behind the wire fence
And even when we're old
Devoid of our glorious youth
The truth is never discovered
This is how we should try
To stand as one, together
Go from door to door
Gathering, building strength
So even in lies so cold
There's no need for truce
But honesty, just honesty so revered
Studio B
- Mark
- When you need to wake up in the morning, and set the right mood for the day, when you need to escape from the overwhelming everything of life. What do you turn to? How do you describe your core without speaking aloud, without having to talk to someone about it? This is how. Music. Lyrics. Poetry. Do you feel it? Do you? It's here, it's everywhere, locked within you, within the most tone deaf of us. It's begging to be released, become unleashed in a tearing chord, a crying melody, soulful harmony, dying lyric. You feel it yet? It's concealed here, within every word that I write. This is my release. I want you to see it, to feel it with me. This pure expression of every tangible and imaginable emotion known and unknown to man. To me. Welcome to The Window.