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

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, it's 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 I was just stalling to get some sleep
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
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
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, 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
Lay me in the dirt and I will grow
Lay me in the dirt and I will grow
Lay me in the dirt and I will grow