I seldom write what I imagine
But I succumb to imagination If I was insane then this would be real
But since truth casts its dark shadows On every corner I turn to
I’ve got no one to run to
And no one to mourn to.

I guess a life simmered in a lie
Will easily lets you get by,
But I know not how to do so
I write to express pain and ruin
So I can’t exactly move souls

In need of truth we seek acceptance
But if truth blocked its foundation
Then why strive to survive
Why bleed for need, Hell,
why even raise the next generation

The truth is…
Without truth there is no you
There is no pain and ease

But without me…
There ain’t no one tell it the way it is.
So if you’ve never read this
Your ok.
But if you did
Then you got truth to worry about…