The Ballad of Deception

I lie in bed with dark thoughts assaulting my mind
Waiting on the day when my brain stops hitting rewind
Cause life isn’t supposed to revolve around mistakes
At least that’s what they tell you to cure all of your aches
Ain’t it funny how real life is fueled by white lies
That reveal themselves to you once your innocence dies

The outside world becomes more like hell with each passing day
Everyone is an assassin, ready to kill anyone who is competition
You’ll only find peace when you sleep and let your mind drift away
Cause heaven is a fantasy land that’s too elusive to understand

Deception is like an old friend that I can’t get rid of
He’s more cunning than that old devil called love
Just when I think I’ve finally broken the spell
Life hits me upside the head and I’m back in hell
He keeps on feeding me all these fake stories
And I can no longer separate fact from fiction
When I sort through all my memories

Finding the answers to every question is quite difficult
When they are running 1,000 mph in the opposite direction
I reach out to grab them, but all I get is another fragment
Maybe I’m meant to live life in a constant state of confusion

Deception is like an old friend that I can’t get rid of
He’s more cunning than that old devil called love
Just when I think I’ve finally broken the spell
Life hits me upside the head and I’m back in hell
He keeps on feeding me all these fake stories
And I can no longer separate fact from fiction
When I sort through all my memories

I’ve spent my whole life waiting for a miraculous change
And at one point I was ready to make a deadly exchange
Thinking that was the only way I could completely escape
That’s the kind of conclusion you’ll make when afraid
If you’re lucky, someone will knock some sense into you
With a healthy dose of reality that is long overdue

Deception is like an old friend that I can’t get rid of
He’s more cunning than that old devil called love
Just when I think I’ve finally broken the spell
Life hits me upside the head and I’m back in hell
He keeps on feeding me all these fake stories
And I can no longer separate fact from fiction
When I sort through all my memories