Face on the carpet
Legs on the bed
Hanging by a noose that's only one thread
No real motives
Only pain
No real progress
Only change
"Everyone knows you love your lord"
Well I'm so glad to see you're all that bored
If he responded I'd have no choice
But the echoes in the room sound just like my voice
No void in me
It's my identity
No faith to prove
No hope to lose
And the truth doesn't hurt anymore
The truth doesn't hurt anymore
The truth doesn't hurt anymore
And it set me free
But freedom is far from the truth