The Lie

The Lie is about being in an abusive relationship with the futile hope that things will get better as time passes.

Sitting in the green room,             Janey in the doorway
lights turned low;                     waiting for a blow.

Slowly she enters                      We come together 
the blackness that is I,               lost in the lie.

The lie that is us,                    The beating drum,
what we have become;                   the beating drum,
        born in the rhythm of the beating drum.

When it began,                         Enveloped in darkness,
it felt so right.                      never seeing the light.

But now as we come                     The only sound heard  
together as one.                       is the beating of the drum.

Music: Ram
Lyrics: Lynn and Maureen

TWISTED HELICES || Ram Samudrala ||