Bronco - Hazy Lies

An army of ghostly horses

Trampling over my dead body

Iron ironically running

Hammering on my pride painlessly

You succeeded to make me believe

That it’s all in my head

Your bedtime fairy tales

Lead you to talk to the dead

This time my lazy eyes

Can see through your hazy lies

If I take a glance

Through the window of your eye

Then I’m exposed to cross the line

Where all illusions must die

Misleading twisted path

Through the house of the unholy

I am lost at the head office of

Your insane pathology

This time my lazy eyes

Can see through your hazy lies

And I can clearly see how fuzzy

Has been my vision of reality