Pictures tend to dull your senses to the human drama
Unseen, you cannot capture the essence
Only the eyes can tell the truth

Liar, liar
You xxxxxxx liar
[Ralph Reed]

It's just like pictures in a book
The whole story can't be told
Like that confusion on reality
Was it real?
No conveyance of the truth
Behind years
Tend to stain the words
Obliterate the meaning
You can never capture the whole of a person's existance in total
That scream you make in dreams
Wailing behind your confusion
No control
No dexterity
Just the primal impulses
Inside, no control

Liar, liar
You xxxxxxx liar
[Pat buchanan]

Liar, liar
You xxxxxxx liars