The bottom Line

Creatively crafted lies
 Invisibly undisguised  
 If their mouth could've only heard how it sounded through my eyes  
 Exaggerations sensationalized  
 The comprised replies from the unwise  
 No change in tune it's a reprise from all that's contrived and described in the script flipped  
 Unable to recognize what's real will rise  
 As I realize real lies from slipped lips and untied ties  
 The tongue untied in time prematurely for the untimely demise
 There's no measure or size of high enough to make me compromise my prize  
 It's no surprise with whom it is I can and can't and do and don't rely  
 I know where loyalties lie  
 I know friend from foe friendly enemies from lukewarm friends from my true allies  
 and what exactly that implies  
 Like a Russian spy  
 not quiet so sly  
 getting eaten up by the fox after wolf had twice been cried  
 The not so subtle ticks derived inside us  
 Certain things we just can not hide  
 It doesn't add up  
 Two bottom lines too many here  
 and there a few words too shy  
 Repetitive stuttering long winded sighs  
 Looking down over thinking with blasphemous blinking so we don't see eye to I  
 You can try to hide the sky but you can't hide this high  
 Try saving face  
 Face me face to face and look me in my eyes  
 I'll see straight through your blind design behind your mind  
 your nevermind and I'll see your soul inside  
 Some say there's a little bit truth that comes with every little white lie  
 Usually the part that's true is the part that gets denied  
 But to be exact  
 There's no such act  
 To tell a lie that's little or white  
 and that's a cold black fact  
 What they decide through their teeth to connive  
 Lacks tact and don't coincide  
 It's the devil's work kiss your bride bye-bye  
 Take it with pride before the fall after the bribe  
 The mind attempted homicide on its very own stone heart  
 With fleeting beats nearly deceased It barely survived  
 As the tongue committed suicide with its edge so sharp  
 Silenced and severed from treasured displeasure released deceased unrevived  
 The devil's in the details on the inside he resides  
 To make confusing and conflicted when you try to improvise  
 We'll all lie in the bed we've made  
 Where living proof these words will never fade  
 For every lie we tell incurs a debt to the truth, sooner or later that debt is paid