Black crows in the summer sky
Wheat fields turned to gold
Workers in the blazing sun
Forests in the cold
Farmers in a cabin room
Portraits of your eyes
Look at me in painful gloom
They've seen so many lies
You who love the truth
You who love the truth
You who love the truth
Have seen, so many lies
Skeletons smoke cigarettes
A blazing sun that never sets
A purple forest in the haze
Hands that know of common ways
Some survive their shattered dreams
But you are lost in color schemes
Falling down between the seams
You've seen so many lies
You who love the truth
You who love the truth
You who love the truth
Have seen, so many lies
I wonder how you'd feel today
If you knew the millions that they'd paid
For canvas glowing with your heat
Shown in air conditioned suites
With glass and steel and carpet floors
Stored in crypts as cold as yours
Portraits of your bleeding eyes
Eyes that saw so many lies
You who love the truth
You who love the truth
You who love the truth
Have seen, so many lies
You who love the truth
You who love the truth
You who love the truth

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