Lie to me

Do we feed on chaos and mayhem Are we really the liesmith, the scar-lip The skywalking being Grinning smirking Eyes glinting with ferocious hunger Enjoying every parts of horror, confusion and commotion As we feed our news with smokeless fire Look, luke loki or lookey From fire you draw your strength From hate you accentuate your wit We strive for the straight line We will not become you We will remain grounded Standing firm on our soil Leading the way riding on our submissiveness Our surrendering Our servility Our sincerity For only peace that we after That we offer From the bottom of our heart

Dick

Dick I'm an addict to dictations, does this make me a sucker for dictators I'm an anarchist at heart, does this make me an invisible king for the libertarians