Devil’s Left Hand
Incoming message, like a flat bike tire on a rim still spinning.
It’ll get there, doing more damage than it would just sitting
The truth hurts, the truth in spurts
Is the devils left hand and the liar’s curse .
If you want blood you’ve got it, if you want sweat, come and get it,
If you want tears, I’m on it, if you want truth you will regret it.
Why pry, a stuck jar lid with a knife pointed towards you
What’s inside might be rotten and it just cant be good for you
Little lies, that we tell all the time, little lies that we tell to survive
Little lies, I can’t look you in the eyes, little lies…we’re exploding inside.
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