Truth is a relativ thing
always adjustable
to reality
and little is just so
just so

Truth is my neglected child
So unembraceable
with any lenght or while
she's always wanting
I know

Truth is to highly prized
takes away the thrill
of illusions, my moonshine
the pretty parts, my lover rhymes

Every cruth and cussion
that may soften the innpact on life
and so
with truth
I make my compromise