I sense your lies
I smell them like a rotten fish
That clouds the whole fresh sun-washed shore
I hear the clanging siren noise
Above the routine traffic roar
I taste their tang of rancid fare
Disguised by gaudy sugar sweet
I see the cracks you cannot hide
Where broken bits of glued glass meet
I feel the pricks of talon claws
You are already sinking in
And I can sense beyond a doubt
That this is where the traps begin
But you don’t know that now I know
You cannot lead me down that road
I sense your lies
