[INTRO — spoken] They say the truth is out there somewhere, but the lies… the lies live close. They grow in the quiet corners, where no one ever looks. [VERSE 1] Truth is a distant signal, faint on the cosmic dial. Lies bloom like wildflowers, rooted deep in the human style. We chase what’s hard to follow, we trust what’s easy said. The truth waits in the shadows, the lies are inside your head. [PRE-CHORUS] Little stories we whisper, big meanings we pretend. We build our fragile kingdoms on tales that never end. [CHORUS] Oh, we believe the little lies, so we can hold the big ones tight. Justice, mercy, duty — all built from borrowed light. Truth is a wandering stranger, hard to catch and hard to tread. But lies come warm and eager — the lies are inside your head. [VERSE 2] Stories shape the people, not the other way around. We bend ourselves to narratives, we echo every sound. Fantasy keeps us human, fiction keeps us fed. Truth slips through our fingers, but lies stay inside your head. [BREAKDOWN — whispered] Open minds invite intruders, every thought a fragile thread. Guard the gates of reason, from the lies inside your head. [BRIDGE] We trap the truth in stories, we cage it in design. We dress it up in metaphors, pretend it’s something fine. But truth resists the shaping, it fights the tale we spread. Still lies slip in unnoticed — the lies are inside your head. [SPOKEN INTERLUDE] Humans need fantasy to be human. Not because the world is false, but because we are. We paint reality with meaning, and call the colors truth. But meaning is a story, and stories… they lie. [CHORUS — reprise] Oh, we believe the little lies, so we can hold the big ones tight. Justice, mercy, duty — all built from borrowed light. Truth is a wandering stranger, hard to catch and hard to tread. But lies come warm and eager — the lies are inside your head. [OUTRO] Truth flickers in the distance, calling out in quiet dread. But comfort sings much closer — the lies are inside your head.
