Misanthropes - Shape

All lies mean something

Truth hides more than I need

Fake ties lead us unproperly

Close my eyes slow decaying

Lies hide truth so correctly

How can I ever change this

Have you forgotten love?

How good it is to help someone?

When trust means nothing

And liars fake out most of men

How could I ever believe

When hope is lost

And trust I seek

Who is there to pick on me

I’ll wait for no one

Becoming misanthrope

Cut my heart open

Poisoning what was free

Who is there to pick on me

I’ll wait for no one

Becoming misanthrope

When lies become more than I need

Nowhere to turn I seek deep inside of me