عدم

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, ohh
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

The pain is self-chosen
Our pain is self-chosen
Down.

Mad Season - The River of Deceit