Cleanse Me

This is a ploy of cold, crass, sheep.

To only milk the pieces of truth that suit their means

And I was just wandering what you thought it’d bring

So hey, there’s a poison in your skin

I see it quietly seeping out of it

Hey there’s a poison in your skin

I see it coming, saw it coming out.

And I am the fortunate one

This, an attempt at feeding primal needs,

Has woken all the demons that reside inside of me

And you still say that I am the fortunate one

Well I could wash my hands to pretend they’re clean,

Or I could purge my lips of spineless speech,

But the consequence of knowledge is an eager tongue

Don’t you leave, I wasn’t finished. This isn’t over

I will be heard

Every last word will have its turn

Mine may be the words unwisely sewn

To cultivate the path that I have chose

Mine may be the words you’ll never

Know but lay me in the dirt and I will grow

Are you listening? Cause my breath grows null

Tired quips begin to wither

Who can reason with time?

Lay me in the dirt and I will grow