The lies we sing,

Coasting along rivers

Where the swans stare at their own mirrors...

Bleaching a void full of rotten teeth...

Where the wind seeps through the tongue,

And whispers the softest pillow,

That we lay in our heads.

...

The closest family

Buries your heart with a golden shovel,

Because values create jealousy

And it talks a long mile...

So while your tears bless the Nile...

Let them hug your fears

Because betrayal speaks with two swords.