- wearing lies -




I stand before you

wearing lies

from scratch I've sewn

and mended guise

a cloak I've made to

tell your eyes

Of nothing hidden

of no surprise



And soul grows weary as burdens lay

Upon themselves, upon the way

In long for rest by ends of day

A place of just, or convicts stay



But you don't deign

to look within

And you won't feign to

see the sin

But is my sin

the mended cloak

Or is the sin

your blind invoke