This creased reflection in the dirt — I can't recall it If to be clean is so much hurt-I would'vecontrol it I've never to get back-to where I came from (It's in the eyes if all your friends, that looks so hateful)
I've come through hollowness and lies I felt real pain you can't deny I was so, lonesome and so sick And now you tell me: you don't try
....and the truth that opens: there's nothing you can do You can built this desert with your religion too
No one could ever bring me down- but you could do it It's in the part of therapy — to put me through it My head is breathing with disease I need some silence Your care for me just making sick It's more like violence
I won't confess you in my sins:you see, my blame just begins Your present was my own hell It's full of smiles that now grins
And that's your lie... And that's your lie... And that's your lie... Please, don't treat me with your fatal care