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.
Lyrics: Lynn and Maureen