song slash drivel from pen to paper in my car, music blasting.

la la la la la
hang your denial out to dry
while the sun passes, your lies sigh
la la la la la
how many days of your confessions
could take away my regression
la la la la la
I can only imagine what messes
are waiting in my muck of dirty dresses
la la la la la
drive into the fog blind to the creatures trampling by
they're lurking just for you, invisible so they cry
la la la la la la
the joke's on the wise guy and the audience left you
standing on stage stuck to the floor like glue
la la la la la
clothesline heavy with lily white laundry
instead the blood's on the ground, harvesting the fine line of blasphemy
la la la la la
the seedlings always reject this soil
kill the earth with fire, and no need to recoil
la la la la la
wise man, the end is much sooner than you know
did you not know you reap what you sow?