Liars, liars, pants on fire. Do you really want to hang from a telephone wire? Yahusha is truth. Can you hear those angels? Steps in the shadow, the world’s full of fables. Streets are empty, the night feels alive. Eyes full of stories, some will survive. Words cut sharp, like glass in the dark. I carry the fire, I carry the spark. Shadows whisper, footsteps behind. Every lie leaves a mark on the mind. I walk alone, I stand my ground. Truth is my armor, it makes the sound. Liars, liars, pants on fire. Do you really want to hang from a telephone wire? Yahusha is truth. Can you hear those angels? Steps in the shadow, the world’s full of fables. Rain hits concrete, the world feels cold. Chains of the past, stories untold. Eyes see deception, masks cannot hide. Fire of Yahusha burns deep inside. Step by step, the streets are mine. Weight on my shoulders, I climb the line. Shadows test me, but I will not bend. Guided by truth, until the end. Can you hear whispers, cries in the night? Through shadow and smoke, through fire and fight. The world may falter, the world may deceive. Truth stands eternal for those who believe. Liars, liars, pants on fire. Do you really want to hang from a telephone wire? Yahusha is truth. Can you hear those angels? Steps in the shadow, the world’s full of fables. Through shadow, through storm, I remain. Through fire, through trial, I remain. Through night, through silence, I remain. Through darkness, through truth, I remain
