The time for pretending is ending
The time to pretend is now at its end
The time for pretending is ending
The time to pretend is at its end
Why must I endure this sick truth everyday?
Why am I able to see through it all?
Everything at its base is debased
Everything in this life feels as though it should be erased
Touch your face and know one day it will decompose
You can’t truly cover up the truths in life
The smell of rot will always outlast perfume
This planet is festering with defeat, its crumbling
We wonder why our lives feel so unfulfilling
Well we shouldn’t, their held up with frail deceptions
A million lies can be easily sifted to find one truth
Its always been a lost cause, so many incorrect conceptions
Everyone must be made to face the truth
Everyone must be made to see
I feel that this power is inside of me
I feel that this power is inside of me
Everyone must be made to smell the rot
To smell the rot we all try to cover up all the time
Everyone must be made to face the truth
Everyone must be made to see
I feel that this power is inside of me
I feel that this power is inside of me
Children play in the decay
Then innocence dies and they drift away
Reality comes and overwhelms
They become brainwashed then, or face all the pain
They hope rain will fall down to wash away their dirt
To wash away all that makes them hurt
But all the rain does is make the dirt turn to mud
It simply hardens again, then the cycle once more begins
We all are part of the decay
Innocence dies and we drift away
I smell the rot everywhere
Its in everything
I smell the rot everywhere
We infect everything
All that is left is the truth
All that is left is the end
All that is left is the truth
The time to pretend is at its end
I can see everything in chaos
A total meltdown of our lies
A total breakdown of all our lives
A total annihilation of our dead society
Total destruction at the end is all I see
Walking through a field on a spring day
Everything feels so alive
Truth though, is not far behind
Truth is not known to be kind
I look at the green leaves on the trees, I hear the wind
I smell the fresh air
The sky is blue
I want to feel love again
I want to feel new
Suddenly darkness surrounds me
Truth has found me
The field becomes polluted and starts burning
The leaves fall down, now a color of brown
The wind grows cold, I smell decay
I want it to be how it used to be
I want it to change back
The sky is now always black
Frail deceptions
Incorrect conceptions
Unfulfilling, all crumbling
Touch your face and know one day it will decompose
Everything at its base is debased
Everything in this life feels as though it should be erased
The smell of rot will always outlast perfume
Children play in the decay until reality destroys their youth
A million lies can be easily sifted to find one truth
Everything at its base is debased
Everything in this life should be erased
The time for pretending is ending
The time to pretend is now at its end
The time for pretending is ending
The time to pretend is at its end
Adam Keith