The truth lies.

I would not trust my words, they are tainted with whiskey.
I would not trust my words, they are covered in blasphemous honey.
I would not trust my actions, they are sugared in spicy rum.
I would not trust my laugh, it is instilled with the stillest of vodka. 
I would not trust my handshake, it was soaked in gin.
I would not trust my smile, it is glazed in the finest of wines.
I would not trust my tears, they were born of the bottom of a tequila shot.

I would not trust my fears, they were killed with a silent brew...