My pain... is self-chosen

At least so the prophet says

I could either burn

Or cut off my pride and buy some time

A head full of lies is the weight

Tied to my waist

The river of deceit pulls down

The only direction we flow is down

Down, oh down



My pain... is self-chosen

At least I believe it to be

I could either drown

Or pull off my skin and swim to shore

Now I can grow a beautiful

Shell for all to see

The river of deceit pulls down

The only direction we flow is down

Down, oh down