there is something haunting a greedy thing captivated with it's taunting of those that have been isolated
i wish i could say i have never strayed but my pride for honesty has taken my modesty.
i swear to you i have not spoken true deceit but my panic leaks through and my real truth becomes obsolete
i wish i could say i can help it but something takes over my airway and i would like to admit:
i have so many unwilling lies in your minds that i cant stand to look in your eyes but i hope to release you from dishonest binds and let me start over.