**[Intro]** I awoke as a jackal in a tuxedo he had borrowed from the sea. Ink leaked from my teeth whenever I tried to speak. So I glued a paper map of Tokyo to the bottom of my knee— each street was a vein that no longer belonged to me. Outside, the skyline blinked like a dying cursor in a desolate city where all collapses are rehearsed in reverse. You axed me for a hand, so I handed you my arms. Every sentence I'm bleedin' just comes out all wrong. **[Chorus 1]** You wait for confession as if grammar were faith. But I pawned the meaning, and you lost your place. Each word was a question pretending to pray— 'Til syntax bit off its nose to spite its face. I'm a liar—it's the most sincere deceit. I plant false suns in the concrete. No country, no canon, no regret— It's true that I'm a liar, but I haven't been started yet. **[Verse 2]** They said: "Go West; there's promise of a there, there," Where I found only mannequins brushing their hair. The compass split up — West was arguing with East — the map collapsed inward, hungry for new species. I've dragged three thousand manifestos behind me on a lease — they would bark at the sirens, then fall asleep. History flickered through cracked reel-to-reels; While failed empires strike back with fire sale coupon deals. **[Chorus 2]** You wait for confession as if grammar were grace. But I lost the meaning, and you pawned your faith. Every word an answer pretending to stay— 'Til syntax chewed through all sense of order and place. I'm a liar—it's of sincerest deceit. I plant false suns in the asphalt street. No country, no canon, no regret— It's true that I'm a liar, and I haven't even started yet. **[Bridge]** I don't just lie — I terraform the doubt. I edit the weather 'til it all evens out. My lies build cities, raise glass steeples, hire their own citizens, elect their own evils. I'll trade you that shoreline for a broader allusion, Those borders revised for an expected confusion. Don't give me that theory; I've dissolved all the ink Because I'm your reflection who refuses to blink. I'm not your salvation, but its parody laughin'. Your greatest hits dancin' out from the ashes. Yet... You're a liar—it's the most sincere deceit. You'll plant false suns wherever they have meaning. No country, no canon, no regret— Well it's true that you're a liar, but we haven't never started yet. **[Outro]** Sirens, again. The stage forgets the crypt. I thought I'd escaped, but I'd only reconstructed the script. Manipulation bit me before I drew that first breath. And here's the final truth—the sharpest twist: We've lied so beautifully that the lies had learned to exist...and leave...
