Moral Bondage

the truth is supposed to set me free
but i tell the truth and i am in sonic bondage
distorted lies, everywhere, creeping up
like quicksand, up my thighs, up my eyes

a broken silence, a shattered disruption
i am your enemy i am your
enemy i am your enemy i
am your enemy i am your
enemy i am your

the clicks and hollow sounds
the impatience and rebounds
the white toast burnt, now
black on both sides and Cajun,
but disgusting to the tongue

i am your enemy,
lay here like a paraplegic
my fingers twitching and head rolling
i am your enemy

do you love me?

if the truth will set me free. . .
but if the truth only sets me free,
---deceit is bondage---
---a bandage is honesty---
however, whenever we have the chance
for omission, and we do...
we are the slavemasters.