I will double down on myths and fairly tales—
what’s true is what I deem it to be.
“Bunk” is your obloquy;
you deem them as “schemes.”
I’ve anointed them as facts not memes

You may call them “fake,” but I’m a believer.
You’ll never shake these thoughts from my mind.
“Truth” I’ve dubbed them, I’m a believer—
You say “deceiver,” claim I’ve lied.

Guys say that I’m just one of the fibbin’ kings—
up the stuff is made they tell me, junk.
All a goof, I’m lyin’,
lies are my domain,
but the stuff ain’t gonna leave my brain.

You may call it “fake,” I’m a believer .
You’ll never shake these thoughts from my kind
“Truth” I’ve dubbed it, I’m a believer—
you say “deceiver,” that’s YOUR side.

You say not half-baked…an all-out deceiver.
That’s a mistake, you’ve misread by mind:
I’m engulfed not in deceiving
but in believing magic’s kind.

I’m a true believer, magical thinking,
a true believer.
I’m a true believer, not a deceiver,
magic believer.