字幕表 動画を再生する 英語字幕をプリント We are all purveyors of dishonest truths hiding that which we are most afraid on. DDE most ashamed What is real, You may ask Well, you are not alone. We are all sinners in here We all have secrets that breathe lies in sincerity Ease that flow with flawless D's Hippocratic Oh, shall we say so? Do not sit there uncomfortable denial and do not smile beneath an ugly beauty with gloating pride. Add your duplicity. We all suffer it. The disease, the curse The in Cincy a face for all occasions. Who are you? Really? Are you a word of the stranger you present to the world each day? Do you ever stop on Dhe? Search for the truth? Probably not. Have you ever considered why I will tell you why? Because it does not exist. It is nothing more than a fantasy in a world off the seat, each false True, There's only one more lie that sits up on a mountain off dissatisfaction and suffocating insecurities. Ad meets it. You are the great pretender on illusionist a Charlotte, A fake A fraud. It does not sound pretty, does it? Yazid? Change is coming. It will not knock on your door and politely ask, Can I come in? It does not offer more off the same more secrets, More lives. No. This is a different kind of Jane. For now, we will just call made conscience. Have you? I told him everything. Have you? And how about you? Yes, You, Mr Arm. So fucking smart. Only your silence. The exhausted silence of Oh, I can hear it. Your thoughts, that is. Is it uncomfortable? The feeling of powerlessness? Helplessness, I mean Oh, don't I? A seed growing rooted in the crevices of your mind. The place that holds your scenes. Your shame, your dark secrets that you dare not think for fear. Yes. Fear off what they will reveal. Ah, you to get up and leave. No, that would only expose you, wouldn't it? I can hear it. Yeah, uh, frightened. What? Something harder is the seed grows entwining each route phone only around your safe ace. The vault that holds all of you choking each secret that Daz to reveal that which you hold most dear. More dear than him then, huh? Van Oh, precious. I think he's sins and secrets. The guilty pleasures of life as we like to call that. No wonder we lie with such lubricated ese. Can you remember the first lie you ever told? Probably not. By now there have bean far too many. Now your life is nothing more than one big lie. Speaking of big, what is your biggest lie? Uh, better still. Your darkest, most shameful secret. But one that no Juan, No Juan. No one knows change is coming and it's coming for you a man.