Fabula & Syuzhet

Is it the truth or a lie? As determined by Heavy breathing or a sudden spike Is it the truth or a lie? As determined by Heavy breathing or a sudden spike Just a few simple questions to start us out Your name and your occupation As I monitor the needle for the slightest variation Just a few simple questions to start us out You wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth And if you did, you’d know it wasn’t right So tell me, what you doing there last night? Don't lie to me Provided we will still know the truth The horse wе provided was long in the tooth But you ride it to death Because you needed an answer And the answer was always a— Lie to me, just lie to me I don’t care at all The truth is what I make it The gavel will fall On the heads of the guilty Whether they’re guilty at all What exactly is the difference Between a liar and a coward? Futile insistence—there’s a world between them What explains their identical outcome? “Beyond my expectation, uncontrollable factors This scientific investigation became for practical purposes A monster" Don't lie to me Provided we will still know the truth The horse we provided was long in the tooth But you ride it to death Because you needed an answer And the answer was always a— Lie to me, lie to me I don’t care at all The truth is what I make it The gavel will fall On the heads of the guilty Whether they’re guilty at all And I hate this I hate what this has become My finest moment is done And as I fade into obscurity Take these gifts now as your own Lord, let their faith atone Just remember you’re a liar just like me Just like me Just like me Just like me Just like...

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

“I hope to Christ it’s the soundstage,” Clara spat through her teeth With no idea how right she was Or the meaning underneath These simple words And thus the fire’s burning Iron doors are blowing— Open wide for a final silent scream The innocents of Paris was interrupted at the time But it was still released in 1929 And it’s a crude but apt analogy And though change may bring agony Sound and image always would align Maybe it was just a funny accent Maybe it was just a stupid Voic-ing all the reasons it should stay the same But they never had a choicе Maybe it was due to their abilitiеs Or lack thereof Their begging— Pleasing to the eye, but not the ear Cries rise and fall from the smallest voice And thus the fire’s burning Iron doors are blowing— Open wide for a final silent scream Hollywood starts turning Audiences become discerning Of the person on the screen Pay lip service to future debts Set the scene Silver tongues immortalized on silver screens Nothing’s too precious to stay Babels must fall everyday Unraveling the reels of tomorrow On time that’s borrowed Dismantle ideals of today Death rattle sounds without notice A damsel tied to the tracks A locomotive comes rushing forth And the listeners turn their backs Their faces away And thus the fire’s burning Iron doors are blowing— Open wide for a final silent scream Hollywood starts turning Audiences become discerning Of the person on the screen Pay lip service to future debts Set the scene Silver tongues immortalized on silver screens Nothing’s too precious to stay Babels must fall everyday Eagle or Icarus took flight from the gate Built in defiance of god With language confounded The eagle was grounded And the tower was found to be flawed And I was the first cast out I vacantly bowed out I die before my time Before the stars could realign Follow my lead Fall into me Fall into decay Fall into me

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026