You tell all your fibs, your life is nothing but, finding fault in bitches, issuing stitches. Something's gone wrong here. (Do you think they're on to us? I think it's more than likey. Could the be following us? I think it's definitely a possibility. I better think of something intelligent to say). You've got this all wrapped up nicely, you've got it all figured-the-fuck-out! So don't pout. This world is not what it seems to be. A phantasmagoria, a shifting scene. You tell your fibs because you live. You tell all your lies and soon you'll die...
credits
from F.F.I.B.,
track released July 1, 2008
Peterson, Dandurand, Yannacone
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