The World Will Split

History becomes her story
Passion becomes a pass on
Mystery is my story
Tell tale tears will tell her tale

Oh, the misery of the miser and his real
Tellingly my heart scattered when your tell lingers
Pleadingly, begging for the truth before the pleading leaves
You're surrounded, so surrender to the dead in you

Search for fidelity, loyalty when you fiddle with me
Lying is the nothing bed you lie in
It's the fraud you are, when you go to and fro with the odd
But be mystical, sensation when the mist tickles your spine

The truth is factual, facts to the wall
It's no place of hiding, nothing to hide in
The call has been certain, so sure of not retained
So honesty is in, so be honest to me