There's a man I used to know
His name was Mr. True
Down on his luck
He always had the blues

An innocent man
Living an honest life
He thought he was good
Believed he was right

According to Mr. True
He had nothing left to lose
So he drank from a cup
That promised the truth

Seeing things for what they are
His eyes shot open
Revealing a better life ahead
He didn't have to be broken

One little sip
Sent a shock to his crown
Dread fell from his mind
A new path was found

The cup sat empty
Mr. True opened his eye
Spirals of the oblivion
Taught him all about the lies

He stared at that cup
Feeling the beat of his heart
Mr. True, he flew
And knew just where to start

All eyes open
And a clean road ahead
He lived up to a name
That he used to dread

Mr. True, he knew
His journey had reset
A lesson only learned
From the truth of his death