life in paper - fucked up
who can i trust
all i see is an empty sky
who can i trust
what good's a god
who can't hear my cries
who can i trust
these paper walls
are closing in on me
who can i trust
nothing left for me to believe
with crooked compass, you navigate
and slanted motive, you narrate
cross the lines to twist fate
lose the plot as you obdurate
prop yourself on a turn of phrase
what are you hiding, why are you afraid
i see a bias lurking in your verbs
your actions speak louder than your words
as you allege i must object
you are the cause to the effect
all i see is an empty sky
who can i trust
what good's a god
who can't hear my cries
who can i trust
these paper walls
are closing in on me
who can i trust
nothing left for me to believe
dot your i's and cross your t's
build a cage of words and throw away the keys
paint a picture with foul adjectives
punish the subject with the subjective
steal the scene for your pronouncement
of a sentence for the common nouns
but you changed the name before the predicate
an error of grammatical etiquette
i stand alone with my independent clause
she may be gone but i am not the cause
you left your role with your passive voice
our outcome is not your choice
tried to set the tone and tense
this life in paper that you have spent
has left you cruel and discontent
rip the pages right out of your book
blind to your words, deaf to your hooks
escape the tempo and the time
i cut the bars and fall out of my lines
who can i trust
all i see is an empty sky
who can i trust
what good's a god
who can't hear my cries
who can i trust
these paper walls
are closing in on me
who can i trust
nothing left for me to believe
who can i trust
all i see is an empty sky
who can i trust
what good's a god
who can't hear my cries
who can i trust
these paper walls
are closing in on me
who can i trust
nothing left for me to believe