I have been thinking What would it be like to know the truth? What would you do about the truth? What would you describe it as? What if I told you the truth? That the truth is more than one. How curious are you to know? Would you handle it if it was ugly And made YOU look like it?
Would you still be ready to know the rest Only would you recall that its hard to accept And easy for all to see But prefer the darkness better to trust it.
Your running away far away from what is our aid Take your TIME but not to long Your in a race against it.
Are you ready Either strong to handle it Quick to overcome it Or tumble down to the pit For its the ugly truth.
PART TWO: 2
To the truth We are a novel A new one each step we take An open book As it may see.
But to us the truth Is a whole big question A mysterious myth only Few have faced in reality.
What is the ugly truth May it be that we are all in the dark Unaware of the ones next to us Or is it that death walks right in front of us But none can see it.
Many say the truth Is the light But would you believe them If you sat down and Saw the other side of it Only to find out it walks with misery In the dark as the light we seek.
We've been living a lie A lie so big that Our minds run of imagination And nightmares of the future We are not safe Buts it's too late It’s a revelation, a revelation of our kind.
We choose to follow Than stand unique Divided amongst many Unity was brutally murdered Trust no longer exist between true blood That the word blind no longer describes us.
But yet the ugly truth Holds more than we can see And imagine It's time to face it Fast faster than time will lapse And save the future.