Inspire the Liars (Tree City Sessions)

Say you want to know the truth Well, you can ask me a question I'll tell you something that you may want to hear But I'll lie, lie I don't really wanna be the bitch that gives a shit, bottles it Deliberately swallows it, one less contestant life They'll provide the documents to make-believe you're gonna fit Spend your time as militant self-help perfection hype We can make this real, already tried to go for the gold Let's go for the stories that remain untold Aliens have spoke to me and shown me how to see The parable is terrible but I don't give a shit A penis wide that towers high is cumming at your feet The stories old, the butthole full of cancer spreading meat Say you want to know the truth Well, you can ask me a question I'll tell you something that you may want to hear But I'll lie And I will never let this go, so open wide 'Cause you know I always know when you lie, lie I don't really wanna be the bitch that gives a shit, bottles it Deliberately swallows it, one less contestant life They'll provide the documents to make-believe you're gonna fit Spend your time as militant self-help perfection hype I can hear a smacking from the corner of the world A flap then another flap that their bird has shat a pearl Oil commerce tipped the scale and soaked up all the dung And flung it back for us to catch and eat out of their bums I won't stop 'til my head, stop 'til my head, stop 'til my head blows I'm in the middle of a midnight mass And everybody on my dick, like "Preacher, preacher" I won't stop 'til my head, stop 'til my head, stop 'til my head blows I'm in the middle of a midnight mass And everybody on my dick, like "Preacher Preach to me, tell me what you see Tell me what I need to do and who to be" (Oh-oh-oh-oh) 'Cause I won't stop 'til my head, stop 'til my head, stop 'til my head blows I'm in the middle of a midnight mass So let's start a religion They'll believe in what we say Let's start a religion We can blind their eyes with faith A new religion We'll tell them where our spirits go Start a religion I need my ego to explode So impressionable We can make some widows cry (Attend the festival) So impressionable Can even plan our own demise Let's start a religion (You thought that it mattered? You thought they were flattered?) Tonight (I'm convinced you're an actor, you can take off the wrapper) Religion (Yeah, I'll whip up the batter but there's nothing you can bake) Without me, their souls will die (If your face ain't light, them crackers act fake tonight)