© Christopher Raine



You’ve sickened me so often
I’m inoculated to your lies
While I still don’t know your secrets
There may be nothing more to hide

But let us now speak frankly
Without your mouth’s disguise
It has always been ‘your way’
This time we compromise

I’m going to kill the old growth
And burn away this rot
It’s not just my perspective
Or just some passing thought

I’m not here to be your savior
I’m not here to take you in
I don’t need your lush confessions
I don’t care about your sin

I’m old and tired, I'm finished
I’ve got nothing left to lose
I’m done playing with your make believe
The truth’s not something left to choose