Cleanse Me - O’Brother

This is a ploy of cold crass sheep
To only milk the pieces of truth that suit their means
And I was just wandering what you thought it'd bring
So hey there's a poison in your skin I see it quietly seeping out of it
Hey there's a poison in your skin
I see it coming saw it coming out
And I am the fortunate one
This an attempt at feeding primal needs has woken all the demons that reside inside of me
And you still say that I am the fortunate one
Well I could wash my hands to pretend they're clean or I could purge my lips of spineless speech but the consequence of knowledge is an eager tongue
Don't you leave I wasn't finished
This isn't over
I will be heard
Every last word will have its turn
Mine may be the words unwisely sewn to cultivate the path that I have chose
Mine may be the words you'll never know but lay me in the dirt and I will grow
Are you listening Cause my breath grows null
Tired quips begin to wither
Who can reason with time
Lay me in the dirt and I will grow