Here's a little game
You can play along
Oh you do the walk of shame
From the comfort of your home
So here's another game
You can play along
Where you empty all your blame
From your guilty bones
Oh the eyes, the eyes, the eyes, they know
The eyes they know
Like a thousand tiny suns that glow
The better they know
Oh the eyes, the eyes, the eyes, they know
While truth lies low
While truth lies low
So here's another game
Fools that take a name
They got pistols in their phones
Halla, she is on the way
Got plastic in our stones
Oh the lies, the lies, the lies, they grow
The lies they grow
Like a thousand tributaries flow
The lies they grow
Oh the eyes, the eyes, the eyes, they know (yeah)
While truth lies low
While truth lies, lies low
Vitriol from their pens flows
Anonymously their hate grows
But at least they care enough
At least they care enough
At least they care enough to let you know
