The lie that's often told by those
Whose presence is worn on their clothes
Whose heads are covered by coals

It makes me hate the summer when they rush on out
It makes me hate whenever they scream and shout

It's what I thought I should be
It's what a thought I should see
The lie that will never be me

The games the people play for their bait
They dance the drops in their drinks
To master hands on their prey

It makes me hate whatever they're about

It's what I thought I should be
It's what a thought I should see
The lie that will never be me

It's what I thought they should see
It's what I thought I should be
The lie that will never be me