text: I heard the truth was built to bend
  A mechanism to suspend
  The guilt is what you will require
  And still youve got to dance little liar
  Just like those fibs to pop and fizz
  And youll be forced to take that awful quiz
  And youre bound to trip
  And shell detect the fiction on your lips and dig a contradiction up
  And the clean coming will hurt
  And you can never get it spotless
  When theres dirt beneath the dirt
  The liar takes a lot less time
  Im sure its clear and plain to read
  Its not an alibi you need just yet
  Oh, no, its something for those beads of sweat
  Yes, that will get you back to normal
  And after you have dabbed the patch
  Youll breathe and then proceed to scratch
  The varnish off that newly added calmness
  So as not to raise any alarms too soon
  And the clean coming will hurt
  And you can never get it spotless
  When theres dirt beneath the dirt
  The liar takes a lot less time to decide on the saunter
  Have you got itchy bones? And in all your time alone
  Can you hack your mind being riddled
  With the wrong memories?
  And the clean coming will hurt
  And you can never get it spotless
  When theres dirt between the dirt