Confession - TENTS

Oooooh Sister, I was running

Running and hiding

Hiding from you

Brother I writhing

Thought I was guiding

Thought I knew truth

A trigger just lemon juice

Salt in a deep wound

I turned to play the fool

I saw you were climbing

Your fingertips rising

Clinging to the truth

But that’s what we do

That’s what we do

Little demon seeds in the hearts of youth

That’s what we do

Coulda upheld you

Satan’s on the front lawn

With razor blade gum drops

I am in my living room

Checking on my penny stocks

It’s what we do

It’s what we do

But please forgive the hivemind

It’s not in check

Some empathize

But most deny and reject

But I for one am moved

Also selfish and confused

But this is my confession

I am ready to be new

Sister, I was running

Running and hiding

Hiding from you

Brother I writhing

Thought I was guiding

Thought I knew truth

A trigger just lemon juice

Salt in a deep wound

I turned to play the fool

I saw you were climbing

Your fingertips rising

Clinging to the truth