My pain is self-chosen At least, so the prophet says I could either burn Or cut off my pride, and buy some time A handful of lies is the weight tied to my waist
The River of Deceit pulls down The only direction we flow is down Down, oh down
My pain is self-chosen At least I believe it to be I could either drown Or pull off my skin and swim to shore Now I can grow a beautiful shell for all to see
The River of Deceit pulls down The only direction we flow is down Down, oh down
The pain is self-chosen, yeah Our pain is self-chosen