Do You Want The Truth Or Something Beautiful?

A prophet took my hand on all souls day.
He preached the value of disception.
Changing shadows by shape-shifters rules.
Tales are never just for fools.
The caught of conscience came before me,
Presented me with a heavenly angel.
He took my hand and asked me truths aside,
to his questions I replied...
Do you want the truth or something beautiful?
Just close your eyes and make believe.
Do you want the truth or something beautiful?
I am happy to deceive you.
He stood as tall as red wood trees.
Drank tea from a seamstress thimble.
I didn't want to speak the honest truth,
So I spit out lies that aimed to sooth.
Do you want the truth or something beautiful?
Just close your eyes and make believe.
Do you want the truth or something beautiful?
I am happy to deceive you...
Sacred lies and telling tales.
I can be who you want me to be.
Sacred lies and telling tales.
I can be who you want me to be,
But do you want me?
Do you want the truth or something beautiful?
Just close your eyes and make believe.
Do you want the truth or something beautiful?
I am happy to deceive you...
Sacred lies and telling tales.
I can be who you want me to be.
Sacred lies and telling tales.
I can be who you want me to be,
But do you want me?
But do you want me?