Hear the lawyer speak all the words that he can say till the truth slips away but this same simple man years of hopeless desire finding straight answers fought fire with fire
Too burned out now to be naive A laugh up his sleeve got a final reprieve
No one can see who to believe? Lost my faith in me? I can't trust myself or anyone There's something more...
Now its time to speak of it though I can't see where it's coming from but when push comes to shove I'll listen to the spirit voice of reason across the other side – I don't understand yet somehow I know... who to believe at last I know – who to believe.
So the priest gives in to desire.– loving sin let his flesh reign again and hypocrisy rules in the presence of fools absolution his game he needs someone to blame
Now anarchy washed him away The devil to pay He's a walking cliche...