As I sit upon my Liars Chair,
(My thoughts race round and round)
And my mask that I created sits crumbling on the floor.
(I look up to the fading light from this pit inside the cold, wet, ground)
I grin as the world it shudders..
(But my love this isn't a pit, and I believe it's safe to say)
And my eyes open to the never ending darkness..
(Me, myself, and I, have dug ourselves a grave)
The Liars Chair it waits for you! Oh sinner do beware!
(And in this darkness i cry out to the feet above)
With slender fingers of copper and iron! Oh sinners do take care...
(I wait with others who have left here without love)
Because in the end, we all fall claimed, by our own Liars Chair...
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Lily Pryor
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