Mendacity Lyrics

Mendacity by Ceiling Demons

• These hollow walls keep on swallowing me whole, hearted and honest. 
• Cursed with answers. Scratches and cancer. 
• Like crabs we scatter, away to the side, given access or denied we try. 
• I’m told to head towards the smell of gun powder, 
• Its intoxicated aroma may make you wonder. In this fog you’d only surrender. 
• What doesn’t kill you will make you stronger. 
• What is out of sight is out of mind. 
• Question why. Cycle of life? Cycle of time – Born – Die - Live - Survive. 
• We aim towards the sky, rip off your shirt and cry 
• “Fuck the world!” We are cold, heartless, killers… 
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• Waiting for that second phase, the evening's glaze, 
• Another reflection, another suggestion. 
• The consideration of our force of action, 
• Searching blindly for a reaction, 
• What's happening? 
• Did we take the medicine that will stop the bleeding? 
• The healing process freeing, our weights float to the ceiling, 
• We're not gonna see them. 
• Who's the angel? Who's the demon? 
• I am the only voice of reason. 
• The choice of treason, 
• Gunpowder, beating, white powder, sneezing, insides freezing. 
• So fucking ill again. 
• Let's meet our friends, to the bars. 
• Love will tear us apart leaving us stitched up and scarred, still standing! 
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• Stagger forward into the moment, 
• Try and hold it together, 
• Everyone lives under the weather. 
• Reflections on the water. 
• I fucking hate myself when I'm sober. 
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• Don’t shoot the massager, just hide in the heather, 
• Like the famous grouse we will hunt ya, scare ya, kill ya 
• Keep your nerve if we drift past ya, 
• Ghost like, with a white flag willing to seize the fire. 
• Trojan horse, this plot gets worse. 
• Poisons are the best way to work the spirit into the dirt, 
• Double crossed and double shots, wretched words! 
• Tainted minds lead to a coffin, a crime, uncomfortable, you may want to spew, 
• Lose all contacts and then renew your lover and your addiction to the booze. 
• I still couldn’t choose, I still can’t choose, but I’d happily spit out all my truths, 
• Wishful thinking is a point of view. 
• A weak point of view!

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