Lyrics Art of Dying

Art of Dying

No Truth (Acoustic)

You wrote the book

You changed the words to serve you out

Force ventured/forced the truth

To keep our mouths filled

Honesty, lies in the truth

A comfy bed

We’d all like to climb into

There’s no truth in the world you made

There’s no one else on the quicksand base

I’ll never be the same again

Go to wire

Beyond the den

If you don’t see it I assume come again

A willing horse

Proves to be the safest van

On his back

He carries no regrets

There’s no truth in the world you made

There’s no one else on the quicksand base

I’ll never be the same again

There’s no truth in the world you made

There’s no one else on the quicksand base

I’ll never be the same again

All this history

All these pages

Propaganda

Through the ages

Who’s the enemy

Who’s the sinners

Every one of them

By the wailings

By the wailings

There’s no truth in the world you made

There’s no one else on the quicksand base

I’ll never be the same again

There’s no truth in the world you made

There’s no one else on the quicksand base

I’ll never be the same again

All this history

All these pages

Propaganda

Through the ages

Who’s the enemy

Who’s the sinners

Every one of them

By the wailings