Lyrics:

Talk is cheap; I can't afford
The price of wasted time
Who will reap the profit of the lie?

Fantasy-illusion fusion
Impressions of a high
Sacred is the being of the lie

Drawn is a picture of myself
It's all that I see leaving
Gone are the cries I heard for help
The mirror spits reflections of a lie

Are you waiting for a chance?
Won't happen standing in the rain

Damage done
The truth is drowning
In a sea of hate
Wet, they wear the fiction
Like a badge over their hearts

Drawn is a picture of myself
It's all that I feel bleeding
Gone are the cries I made for help
The mirror spits reflections of a lie

Feed my head
I'm hungry for a lie


Be sure and teach your children well
To use it pure and slow
Be sure they teach their children
Be sure the children's children

Sleight of hand, sleight of word
Sleight to believe the absurd
Feed my head; I'm hungry
I'm hungry for a lie

Drawn is a picture of myself
It's all that I see grieving
Gone are the cries I made for help
The mirror spits reflections of a lie

Feed my head, of a lie
Feed my head reflections of a lie
Feed my head
Feed my...