You talk too much   Your mouth moves but it doesn't say much   You're feeling colder   Your faith is older   You believe everything you touch is made of gold   That's why it's over   That's right it's over      Lies, I know you're going to tell me lies   I know you're going to bring me lies   I know you're going to be impossible   Lies, I know you're going to tell me lies   I know you're going to feed me lies   I know you're going to be impossible      You'd sell your soul for a chance to have it all   Your style is jaded   Your color faded   You believe everything that you speak is logical   That's why it's over   That's right it's over      You can't tell me that you're not telling me lies