Truth without,
Truth within

We’re all full of our own shit
and full of sin.

Eye’s cast down,
but pride looks high

Tell it enough
and believe the lies.

Smile that smile
Fake the fake

In the end,
a mistake is a mistake.

Oh how we walk that crooked mile
In our worn out shoes
Keep on pushin’ on
In hopes for better news.

It is what it is,
like I’ve said before
You’ll find no reprieve
with liars and whores.

Time marches on,
water wears the stone

With a shell on your back,
Your always home.

Say a prayer inside
for the ghost’s that creep

Say a prayer inside
for the peaceful sleep.

The old stone crow wears that chiseled grin,
painted over sadness
and full of sin.

Oh how we walk that crooked mile
In our worn out shoes
Keep on pushin’ on
In hopes for better news.

It is what it is,
like I’ve said before
You’ll find no reprieve
with liars and whores.

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