The Prophet took my hand on Old Souls' Day He preached the value of deception Changing shadows by shapeshifters' rules Tales are never just for fools The card of conscience came before me Presented me with a heavenly angel He took my hand and asked me truths aside To his questions I replied Do you want the truth or something beautiful? Just close your eyes and make believe Do you want the truth or something beautiful? I am happy to deceive you He stood as tall as wetwood trees Drank tea from a seamstress' thimble I didn't want to speak the honest truth So I spit out lies that aimed to soothe Do you want the truth or something beautiful? Just close your eyes and make believe Do you want the truth or something beautiful? I am happy to deceive you Sacred lies and telling tales I can be who you want me to be Sacred lies and telling tales I can be who you want me to be But do you want me? Do you want the truth or something beautiful? Just close your eyes and make believe Do you want the truth or something beautiful? I am happy to deceive you I am happy to deceive you Sacred lies and telling tales I can be who you want me to be Sacred lies and telling tales I can be who you want me to be But do you want me? But do you want me?