Lie


Now, the courtroom is quiet 

But who will confess?

Is it true you betrayed us?

The answer is yes.


Then read me the list

of the crimes that are mine.

I will ask for the mercy 

You love to decline.


And all the ladies go moist

And the judge has no choice.

A singer must die

For the lie in his voice.


And I thank you, I thank you

For doing your duty.

You're keepers of truth,

You guardians of beauty.


Your vision is right,

My vision is wrong.

I'm sorry for smudging

The air with my song.



Cohen

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  1. Anonymous29 January 2026 at 23:13

    whenever i listen to this song, i come back to your profile and am reminded of what a great writer and genuine person the world has lost, but i am not sad at all because i know for sure that your soul is spreading the same energy in heaven and is finally free of the lowly sorrows and problems of the world. i know that you are enjoying the peace and freedom with ari, and it makes me so happy because i can imagine your souls finally reuniting, smiling and at peace. i felt your pain and now i can feel your joy. you will be remembered rishi.

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