This is a ploy of cold, crass, sheep To only milk the pieces of truth that suit their means And I was just wandering what you thought it'd bring So hey, there's a poison in your skin I see it quietly seeping out of it Hey there's a poison in your skin
I see it coming, saw it coming out And I am the fortunate one This, an attempt at feeding primal needs Has woken all the demons that reside inside of me And you still say that I am the fortunate one
Well I could wash my hands to pretend they're clean Or I could purge my lips of spineless speech But the consequence of knowledge is an eager tongue Don't you leave, I wasn't finished. This isn't over I will be heard Every last word will have its turn
Mine may be the words unwisely sewn To cultivate the path that I have chose Mine may be the words you'll never Know but lay me in the dirt and I will grow Are you listening? Cause my breath grows null Tired quips begin to wither Who can reason with time? Lay me in the dirt and I will grow