You talk too much
Your mouth moves but it doesn't say much
You're feeling colder
Your faith is older
You believe everything you touch is made of gold
That's why it's over
That's right it's over

Lies, I know you're going to tell me lies
I know you're going to bring me lies
I know you're going to be impossible
Lies, I know you're going to tell me lies
I know you're going to feed me lies
I know you're going to be impossible

You'd sell your soul for a chance to have it all
Your style is jaded
Your color faded
You believe everything that you speak is logical
That's why it's over
That's right it's over

You can't tell me that you're not telling me lies