Rotten Apple
Leaving but I couldn't even get outta bed
I'm hangin' cause I couldn't get a ride outta town
Now anyone who really wanted me to be down
Come 'round
Thought about
Singin' but I couldn't remember all of the words
Breakin' but I couldn't get the pieces apart
Laughin' never knowing what the joke was about
Now I'm down
And I wonder how I never got the burn
And if I'm ever gonna learn
How lonely people make a life
One strain at a time
Forgot about
Everything and everyone I needed before
Tryin' to get a handle on a reason to
You Who Love The Truth
Black crows in the summer sky. Wheat fields turned to gold.
Workers in the blazing sun. Forests in the cold.
Farmers in a cabin room. Portraits of your eyes
look at me in painful gloom, they've seen so many lies.
You who love the truth, you who love the truth,
you who love the truth have seen, so many lies.
Skeletons smoke cigarettes. A blazing sun that never sets.
A purple forest in the haze. Hands that know of common ways.
Some survive their shattered dreams, but you are lost in colour schemes
falling down between the seams, you've seen so many lies.
You who love the truth, you who love the truth,
you who love the truth have seen, so many lies.
I wonder how you'd feel today, if you knew the millions that they'd paid
for canvas glowing with your heat, shown in airconditioned suites
with glass and steel and carpet floors, stored in crypts as cold as yours.
Portraits of your bleeding eyes, eyes that saw so many lies.
You who love the truth, you who love the truth,
you who love the truth have seen, so many lies.
You who love the truth, you who love the truth, you who love the truth.