Of Truth

It drives one mad
Its frustrating
You know I want
To break it in two

It is torture
It is pain
Its in the way once and again
Now move

Came clean
Then it took off again
Mixed up
Maybe you need a hand
This time
A brave and unconscious blend
Of truth

Things are bad
even when things are good
Things would kill you
If they could choke

Do you feel nautious
Do you feel sick
Youd feel much better
With one quick dose

Came clean
Then it took off again
Mixed up
Maybe you need a hand
This time
A brave and unconscious blend
Of truth