In the beginning, was there nothing?
Something we imagined, breathed life into a story
Stories that keep us alive, and breathing for more
Lie some more, and see where it takes you

Tell yourself the truth, of yourself and not of yourself
A bitter pill to swallow, made easier with your drug of choice
Broadcast to the world, or manifest within, it grows
Like a cancer that cannot be stopped, that ultimately wins at everything

The ultimate battle of good, evil, and everything in between
Leads you to the cathedral of my making
Stop seeing one's and zero's, but rather the black liars and white hot honest
The black makes the world go round, but white stays - firm and immovable

What do you call yourself?
I for one have been beaten down by the phrase "innocent soul"
I'd rather be a liar, make some money, and enjoy life while it lasts
But then I'd lose everything I've built with my sense of self, and that's not a price I'm willing to pay

In the end, none of it will matter
The drama that we humans call life will be over, and all that will be left is the waste away of our follies
I see beyond the impermanent, an elixir that saves, not love but balance
Adjusting your true self to the waves of change can bring you peace and harmony in a universe that might as well be a lie