Cleanse Me - O'Brother

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