Chasing The Truth

Burning fields of mind
Submitted, trampled, rejected
Sown with the seeds of lies
You like it, you need it, you choose it

Everytime I look into your eyes
There is only void, nothing inside
Something is lost without a trace
Ashes of soul is all that remains

Truth, where do you hide?
Who builds the walls around you?
Where, where will I find
You in the solitude?

Everytime I look at people around
There is only void, nothing inside
Lives built in mire of impudent lies
Erected on sand from the hypocritical land

Truth, where do you hide?
Who builds the walls around you?
Where, where will I find
You in the solitude?

Whores writhe in ecstasies
Flaccid, pitiful
Rags of lies uncover their bodies
Eaten by the moth of traditions