Trust Me, I'm Lying

I spit on the soil of the marketplace

Rip up a photo of the man

From my inner space

Soul: earthquake

Sweat: monsoon

Vacate shore

Crash like typhoon

Is there anybody sitting in the cosmic seat?

'Cause I got questions for the bastard

And some heavenly heat

It's like sand in a sieve every time I blink

Every lesson I learn turns to faded ink

Is there a key to the song?

Because you're all tone deaf

And no one's ever gonna right what's wrong?

Correct

It's all so cyclical

Yet unpredictable

I ask what not how you're doing

But the answer's always

Bad weather

Happy face

Dead kids

Fake news

(We're sorry, there was nothing we could do)

Mother sent a postcard

To keep ya far from cryin'

I'm on the way to downtown

Trust me, I'm lying

Four to five days a month

(I'm dying)

And the rest I'm basically fine

Citizen, the problem is solved

Here's total peace of mind

Get down there's a letter

In the mail of mine

With a fresh glue coat

And the spit still drying

Yes, I am perfect,

I am holy and fine

Don't call, don't check

Trust me, I'm lying

Mother sent a postcard

To keep ya far from cryin'

I'm on the way to downtown

Trust me, I'm lying

Mother sent a postcard

To keep ya far from cryin'

I'm on the way to downtown

Trust me, I'm lying