the truth.

as i walk alone thru a room full of knows
i only see the guys all fake and girls all hoes.

i think, how i pity what has became
how we all try to live like those with fame

guys run wild untamed. dog like, sex her
and never even really know her name.

for the mind stuck in a frame, running around
looking for a new person to blame.

vice, while all the girls play their game
their really just hiding the stain from their
heart once slain.

one track mind: fill the void, heal the pain then,
give it up to make it up and play it back again

meanwhile i must remain in the tunnel of my vision
ive changed the life i led, i have made a life revision

and all the while my mind stays sober.
when in the heat one wrong move and its over.

they are living under cover, who are these people
around me acting like they know eachother?

fake minds tell lies, leading to
subconcious suicide of the mind.

living in less color than the blind
reality unknown, living without a spine.

so i strive for my actions to be above,
to be true and show reflections of my love

if only i wasnt alone in this crusade
clashing with the titans, swinging wild with a blade

ive always been so different since the day i was born
i found out young that every rose has its thorn

by me a mask is never worn
but my friends so phony and my mind is torn

the truth. the truth about us
the messes we create fallowed by all the fuss

living thru the day with unfound trust
only time will tell what will happen to us.

the truth.