Liars and frauds will tell you,
the world is a cruel place.
But then are you to believe them,
or laugh in their face?
Twisted souls and fragmented hearts
all line up together.
They grip their hands and gaze at sky,
Trying to guess the weather.
Foolish eyes, foolish minds
as they stare and try to predict the gods.
Foolish mortals take a guess, and take a bow
Because this is all there was
and is.
understand life is cruel,
and you cannot predict the patterns.
The rain will come, like it or not,
and down come the heavens.
Liars and frauds will tell you,
the world is a cruel place.
I'd rather take my chances with them though,
than with the fools who stand in disgrace.
