Dirty little secrets shrouded by dirty little lies
You thought you were a good man
Seems the poison inside has been set free
Try to remember what you used to be
Don't come to me seeking salvation
I don't have it in me to be that man
Don't come to me for answers
I have none to give
I care not for what makes you suffer
I pray you find the Jesus you seek
I must maintain my objectivity these days
It is not my place nor pleasure to have an opionion
Fly high or fall hard as you will