Is it the truth or a lie?
As determined by
Heavy breathing or a sudden spike

Is it the truth or a lie?
As determined by
Heavy breathing or a sudden spike

Just a few simple questions to start us out
Your name and your occupation
As I monitor the needle for the slightest variation
Just a few simple questions to start us out
You wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth
And if you did, you'd know it wasn't right
So tell me, what you doing there last night?

So lie to me
Provided we will still know the truth
The horse we provided was long in the tooth
But you ride it to death
Because you needed an answer
And the answer was always a?
Lie to me, just lie to me
I don't care at all
The truth is what I make it
The gavel will fall
On the heads of guilty
Whether they're guilty at all

What exactly is the difference
Between a liar and a coward?
Futile insistence?there's a world between them
What explains their identical outcome?

"Beyond my expectation, [for] uncontrollable factors,
this scientific investigation became for practical purposes..."

So lie to me
Provided we will still know the truth
The horse we provided was long in the tooth
But you ride it to death
Because you needed an answer
And the answer was always a?
Lie to me, lie to me
I don't care at all
The truth is what I make it
The gavel will fall
On the heads of guilty
Whether they're guilty at all

And I hate this
I hate what this has become
My finest moment is done
And as I fade into obscurity
Take these gifts now as your own
Lord, let their faith atone
Just remember you're a liar just like me
Just like me
Just like me
Just like me
Just like...

"I hope to Christ it's the soundstage,"
Clara spat through her teeth
With no idea how right she was
Or the meaning underneath
These simple words

And thus the fire's burning
Iron doors are blowing?
Open wide for a final silent scream

The Innocents of Paris was interrupted at the time
But it was still released in 1929
And it's a crude but apt analogy
And though change may bring agony
Sound and image always would align

Maybe it was just a funny accent
Maybe it was just a stupid?
Voic-ing all the reasons it should stay the same
But they never had a choice

Maybe it was due to their abilities
Or lack thereof
Their begging?
Pleas-ing to the eye, but not the ear
Cries rise and fall from the smallest voice

And thus the fire's burning
Iron doors are blowing?
Open wide for a final silent scream

Hollywood starts turning
Audiences become discerning
Of the person on the screen

Pay lip service to future debts
Set the scene
Silver tongues immortalized on silver screens
Nothing's too precious to stay
Babels must fall everyday

Unraveling the reels of tomorrow
On time that's borrowed
Dismantle ideals of today

Death rattle sounds without notice
A damsel tied to the tracks
A locomotive comes rushing forth
And the listeners turn their backs
Their faces away

And thus the fire's burning
Iron doors are blowing?
Open wide for a final silent scream

Hollywood starts turning
Audiences become discerning
Of the person on the screen

Pay lip service to future debts
Set the scene
Silver tongues immortalized on silver screens
Nothing's too precious to stay
Babels must fall everyday

Eagle or Icarus took flight from the gate
Built in defiance of god
With language confounded
The eagle was grounded
And the tower was found to be flawed
And I was the first cast out
I vacantly bowed out
I die before my time
Before the stars could realign

Follow my lead
Fall into me
Fall into decay
Fall into me