Grut Wall

If I could pose, myself just fine
You’ll take me in, I’ll cross the line
We will be served, into pretend
We’ll travel far, into their hearts
They’ll take you in, and treat you well
You’ll never doubt, they’ll never tell
Your dirty lies, your misbelief
The false success, which you achieve
My mind is on the shelf, and time can only tell
That the price is yet displayed, but the wager has been placed
You like to stand, beside yourself
You hate the way, which you must sell
Your story books, and false disease
I promise you, we’ll make believe
So take this here, that I give to you
And run from me, you promise to
Cherish it, but from afar
Then you’ll be safe, and be a star
My mind is on the shelf, and time can only tell
That the price is yet displayed, but the wager has been placed
My mind is on the shelf, and time can only tell
That the price is yet displayed, but the wager has been placed