Catharsis Of A Heretic
I refuse to shroud my pastThese walls in here allow no rest
Tomorrow morning I’ll be dead
The will burn before the sun
It’ll drown in the ocean
Nothing will ever be the same again
Yes, you can put me to the test
Or you can cut my tongue at last
Ideas are wandering through my head
What if all that I never said were true?
And if everything that was happening
Were true
And if all these things that were happening were really due
Were really due