Obscure night. Telling lies Catastrophe Even money She's beautiful. A guy can see. Catastrophe. Telling lies. And we are just seeking And we are. A real, Satan telling lies. Reality. Catastrophe. The more we look. The more we lie. The more we take. She's beautiful. A man in search. The truth unveiled. But hard to handle. Better to pretend And then it hit me: why even bother with this shit? It's not like there's some medal in the end Why then even pretend I'm all for, not against.