Conspiracy Theory

Something about lies and truth.

Start at the beginning
Tell it from the start
No honesty here
What part does truth play

It’s bare bones fact
Cruel, horrible, terrible
It’s what they want to hear
They’re not listening

When you scream start from the diaphragm
Broadcast insensibility from wall to wall
Breath in even rasps
Remember not to look back

Its word against word
Pictures carry a thousand tiny little truths
Like children, like pain
Mouths open with greed

It’s open to interpretation
Pictures carry a thousand tiny little truths
Like children, like pain
Eyes held shut by fear

Keep it in a cage
Elusive and gripped by silent need
Never tell a soul
Listen to the beat

Start at the beginning
Or maybe at the end
Truth is in the telling
Not in the tale