A first edition story, nothing more. A single omission led us down the path to war. Fake, these lies will shape the rest of time and take what's right, and grind it away like a mountain into sand, along with common sense.
The means, you said, were necessary then, but now that it's done, tell me how to justify the end. How far we've fallen.
So come through the fire, cleanse your sins. Worship the pages, savour the script, blind to the fiction I wrote. Though I struggled, I could not bear to kill it before they raped it. I wish I'd had the strength to let go.
Turn water into lies, glorify death. Who'd believe a couple thousand pages would cause such a god damned mess? If you thought steel could beat ink, you don't now.
So the lessons from a fairy tale are the facts now. Take a bribe to live it by the book, trading afterlife for death, fear for happiness.
Is it truth, or lie, when the whole world is sold on the same thing? So the years roll by, and the body count grows from the greatest story ever told. I never meant a word, and you know I'd take it back if I could.
from Crime City
released January 22, 2015
Written and performed by Crime City.
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Michael Kraushaar at Bully's Studios in New Westminster, British Columbia.
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