In this land of make believe we all die 
So show me how to cry for life
I want to see the lights in your eyes
So in a world where we can't lie 
Can we find love or is everything doomed?

This little tree on a hill
Will be the death of Christ 
But is that a story that can be told
In a world of scientific facts?

Bite your tongue young man 
You're giving away the whole plot
Is this just a rambling of a madman
I know there's an emptiness to you 
Why else would you be writing poems about your life?