If the thieves and the liars should welcome you into their trust

 

Would you pull out your memories and secrets and blow off the dust?

 

Would you polish them brightly and promise to give them away? 

 

Or horde them like diamonds till someone is willing to pay?

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When the pick of your poisons has left you so hollow inside

 

That your bones are left floating in whatever’s left of your pride

 

And if my head lessens and my voice gets ugly and hoarse

 

Will they carry me gently or will they eject me by force?

 

You’re just running in place in a race for the shelter of arms

 

And a chorus of cowards screams along with the alarms

 

And that look on your face is the last thing that you’ll never see

 

And there’s no way of knowing all the things that you’ll never be

 

You’re just running in place in a race for the shelter of arms

 

And a chorus of cowards screams along with the alarms

 

And that look on your face is the last thing that you’ll never see

 

And there’s no way of knowing all the things that you’ll never be