Brindle Fibber

A canvas is a skin
Of which we took from nature
To make the final beauty
For the artist is the pain-ter

And the art piece is the person
Who can say they were not kidding
But the failure is the break
When we beg for their forgiving

For the canvas stretched to far
And the paint was to acidic
All lies have got you trapped
All the lies you have to live in

Shattered to many eyes
With the things that they have seen
And broken so many ears  
That will never stop their ring

Because lies all plague the body
I did it because of her
Lies might taint the people
But they break the brindle fibber