Cleanse Me - Lyrics - 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