The God of Lying

Who am I?

Are you happy with your housing?
Are you climbing up the walls?
Are you deafened by the headlines
Or does your head not hear at all?

Are you pacified by passion?
Are you armed to the teeth?
Are you bubbling at the surface
Of what's cooking underneath?

Are you dying for an answer
For what they call good grief?
But there's a terrific chance there's nothing
Beyond what you believe

Oh, don't you say
That you think I'm in glory
Oh, don't you say
That you think I'm gonna get no glory

Running to the exit with a huge grin on my face
Screaming, "Hope is behind, and I wanna get high"

I went to the liquor store
And they took all my money
I stared into the mirror there
And begged a man to love me

Do you love your blessed father? Anoint by fear of death
Do you feel the lies creep on by as soft as baby's breath?
Do you beg that truth will set you free? Are you shackled by the keys?
Well if I was you, I'd stay strapped in 'cause all you've got is me

Oh, don't you say
That you think I'm in glory
Oh, don't you say
That you think I'm gonna get no glory

Running to the exit with a huge grin on my face
Screaming, "Hope is behind, and I wanna get high"