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Author of a Lie

A&R 2-Sheet: Spotlight

Today's Date:March 14, 2026
Track:AUTHOR OF A LIE
Internal:File-2356
Lyricist:Kellie Larson
IPI#:1322821876
Songbay ID:235611415
Status:Available
A&R Score:High
Rating:Gold
Genre 1:Rock
Genre 2:Alt-Rock
Sub:Cinematic Rock
MicroTrans:Disenchantment
Pillar:Disenchantment
POV:2nd Person
Placement:4 options
Mood(s):Dramatic, Bitter, Cynical, Bold, Dark
Feeling(s):Betrayed, Angry, Cold, Firm, Gritty
Theme(s):Fake Love, Manipulation, Deception, Broken Alibi
CoreConcept:The architecture of dishonesty crumbling like a House of Glass.
"YOU'RE THE AUTHOR OF A LIE, A MASTER OF DECEIT / ONE LITTLE LIE LEADS TO A HOUSE OF GLASS"

(Why It's Set Above The Others)

"Author of a Lie" cuts through the noise with a sharp, cynical edge that favors accountability over sentimentality. By utilizing a confrontational 2nd-person POV, the lyric turns the listener into the witness of a crumbling facade. It replaces vague heartbreak with a "House-of-Glass" metaphor, where the architecture of a relationship is dismantled brick by dishonest brick. The track's bold and dark mood provides a gritty, firm emotional grounding that resonates with audiences seeking authenticity in the face of betrayal.

(Lyrical Description For A&R)

"Author of a Lie" is a gritty exploration of betrayal, framing deception as a calculated creative act. The narrative follows a protagonist who "picks apart" a partner's inconsistent story, moving from a "whacked timeline" of a fake July beach trip to the neon-lit reality of a 2 AM betrayal. The lyrics emphasize the psychological weight of a "charade," where the "Author" is caught rewriting the stars and the past to suit their fiction. The bridge introduces a high-stakes metaphor—the "house of glass"—representing the fragility of a life built on fabrications that is inevitably "running out of gas." With its firm, cold, and dark feeling, the song avoids victimhood, instead choosing a powerful walk-away ending where the "fantasy world has come to an end." It is a thematic study of the structural failure of lies, focusing on the "cracks and holes" in a broken alibi. The imagery of "neon bars" and "video games" adds a contemporary, lived-in texture to this rock-driven anthem of disillusionment.

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AUTHOR OF A LIE

Strategic Pillar: Disenchantment | IPI: 1322821876 | Copyright @ 2026 Kellie Larson
(Verse 1)
You tell a story, I pick it apart
Your timeline is whacked, you're playing a part
Said you were dancing on the beach in July
And the tide was high and the moon was in the sky
I’m like, "wait a minute, that don't add up to me"
Your whole memory's a movie fantasy
The sun was out, the clouds were gray
And you were playing video games all day
But when I start to get angry and vent
Then you deflect, make up stuff and rewrite events
You rewrite the stars, you rewrite the past
Playing fast and loose, nothing's built to last
(Chorus)
You're the author of a lie, a master of deceit
And I'm tired of this story on repeat
(Verse 2)
You sent a text at 2 am
Said you were home, busy working late again but
I saw a picture tagged in front of a neon bar
An arm over a shoulder, in your co-workers car
Ya said "oh, that wasn't me, that was a look-alike, babe!"
Man, your excuses are all just a big charade
You look me in the eye and sell me this line
You're a broken record, wasting my time
(Pre-Chorus)
'Cause when I start to get angry and vent
Then you deflect, make up stuff and rewrite events
You rewrite the stars, you rewrite the past
Playing fast and loose, nothing's built to last
(Chorus Repeat) (Bridge)
One little lie leads to a house of glass
Trying to fool me, but you're running out of gas
I see the cracks, the holes in your alibi
Every time you open your mouth, boom, another lie
I'm over it, I'm done, I'm walking away
From this little game you're playing every single day
(Outro)
Yeah, tired of this fiction, tired of the pretense
No more of your stories, they lack common sense
Rewrite this, lie, rewrite that, yeah, you rewrite events
Looking real bad
I'm not buying it, no, not ever again
Fantasy world has come to an end