[00:25.00]You want a blue sky, how provincial
[00:34.95]Focus the dead eye upon the guard of the liars
[00:44.91]Kinetoscoping not to fear a thing
[00:54.95]Not anacondas under the cover of liars
[01:04.84]Poseying in prose again, Mount Toby friends are make pretend
[01:14.84]Never offered cover model jobs outside of Factory Hollow
[01:22.51]So I'm the god of the liars
[01:35.00]A truss construction never fears a thing
[01:44.97]Look through the onion skin under the guard of the liars
[01:54.86]New position minus friction, X-game starlet earns the mention
[02:04.82]No-way ticket trained in consent, kissing cousins' train's a-coming
[02:12.59]Puff puff
[02:32.55]Now I'm the god of the liars