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