the truth is in the feel
in the root and sinew the
truth is in my gut twisting in my
bowels I don’t have to think the truth is in my blood I have it in my power to light my own fire so they tried to lock me up in the name of good order be yourself they said while they strapped me down
they put a pox on my mind and softly dragged me under they gave me poisonous pills to alleviate their pain but I took their ministrations and
flushed them down the crapper I would make my own way be that up or down they
tell me hell is still half empty its
streets are paved with lies they say the devil knows my name which comes as no surprise
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