Lies - Lame Ducks

I know this person who makes people ill

When he approaches I can feel that he’s near

I get this sting in the back of my neck

It’s your presence

I don’t believe that you’ll ever change

You will always be that same fucking prick

Always sprewing shit, never be your self

Your way of living makes me sick

You lie every time you open your mouth

You brag about everything, and complain for nothing

Why can’t you for once do something nice

And stop spreading lies

You are like a disease

That is running around in my head

Infecting my brain…

Why do you cover up your life?