Ideals of inconsistency
I beg of you tell me the truth
I want to know it all
Gently peel it back
Not so fast
Let me catch my breath
Step back
On second thoughts
Lie to me lie to me
Spare me the brutality
Wrap it in a wishful thought
What we really ask
Shades of truth
Filtered light
Hidden shadows
We just want a peaceful night
Confirmation of a good life
To see the light
First though we must know the night
-Camille Delaquise