When you turn around and ask me
if i'm doing just fine
I smile and lie as i tell you
I feel sublime
for what lies underneath the surface
is only one of the kind
and as the courage demolages you
you're telling me
"I'm shaking from the inside"
So back and forwards we move
but still no steps from what
we can acknowledge are approved
Thats why our lies constantly arises
from the resistance of our mood
