[Verse 1] 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. It was a desolate post-modern wasteland a new Graceland where buildings rehearsed their collapses in reverse. You axed me for a hand, so I handed you my arms. Every sentence that I'm bleedin' just comes out all wrong. [Pre-Chorus] 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. [Chorus] I’m a liar, but it’s the most sincere deceit. I plant false suns in the concrete. No country, no cannon, nuh-nuh-nuh no regret— It's true that I’m a liar, but I ain’t been started yet. [Verse 2] They said: "Go West; There's promise of a there, there," But I found only mannequins brushing their hair. The compass split up —West was arguing with East—the map folded inward, hungry for a new species. I drag three thousand manifestos behind me on a lease— they bark at the sirens, then fall asleep. History flickers through cracked reel-to-reels; And failed empires still strike back with fire sale coupon deals. [Pre-Chorus] 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 chew'd through all sense of order and place. [Chorus] I’m a liar, but it’s of sincerest deceit. I plant false suns in the asphalt street. No country, no cannon, nuh-nuh-nuh no regret— It's true that I’m a liar, but I haven’t even started yet. [Bridge] I don’t just lie—I terraform the doubt. I edit the weather until it all evens out. My lies build cities, raise glass steeples, hire their own citizens, elect their own evils. I’ll trade you that sure line for a better illusion, a border revised for a smoother confusion. [Coda] Don’t give me your theory; I’ve dissolved all the ink Because I'm the reflection that refuses to blink. I’m not your salvation—I’m its parody laughin' Our greatest hits dancin' out from the ashes. [Chorus] I’m a liar, but it’s of most honest deceit. I plant false suns wherever they have meaning. No country, no cannon, nuh-nuh-nuh no regret— It's true that I’m a liar, but I haven’t never started yet. [Outro] Sirens, again. The stage forgets the crypt You thought I’d escaped, but I only reconstructed the script. Manipulation's signature half-erased my breath. And here’s the final truth with the smallest twist: I lied so beautifully—the lies had learned to exist...and leave me.
