Grut Wall - Matthew Dear

If I could pose, myself just fine

You’ll take me in, I’ll cross the line

We will be served, into pretend

We’ll travel far, into their hearts

They’ll take you in, and treat you well

You’ll never doubt, they’ll never tell

Your dirty lies, your misbelief

The false success, which you achieve

My mind is on the shelf, and time can only tell

That the price is yet displayed, but the wager has been placed

You like to stand, beside yourself

You hate the way, which you must sell

Your story books, and false disease

I promise you, we’ll make believe

So take this here, that I give to you

And run from me, you promise to

Cherish it, but from afar

Then you’ll be safe, and be a star

My mind is on the shelf, and time can only tell

That the price is yet displayed, but the wager has been placed

My mind is on the shelf, and time can only tell

That the price is yet displayed, but the wager has been placed