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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