Truth Moves
I take a step out where there is no ground
I reach a hand out. No hand have I found
Toss cares in the air but they come back around
I'm moving my mouth but you don't hear the sound
See my back slope
Made a nook where the weight copes
Wrote a book full of ghost hopes
Find me walking down tight ropes
Waving my arms around
Truth moves it's mouth but you don't hear the sound
No denying I'm guarded from mistakes as they're started
Food for the lions use you in ways uncharted
Ever felt like a target cut down for the harvest?
Names in blood are bound
I'm moving my mouth but you don't hear sound
I proved I could step up
Lies coming out your mouth
Math don't ever add up
You twist the facts around
Victim in a hold up
Everyone pays for the scene that you set up
You're looking for comfort?
You should be learning to stand up
Your flying monkeys they're looking like a herd of ghost love
You're crying like a child in a mess you never learned to clean up
Truth moves it's mouth
But you don't hear the sound
I am showing you one who takes it all down
Who carries the weight that you leave on the ground?
Who's made for the grade?
The saints ain't the same
Got something at stake even God cannot blame
Truth moves it's mouth but you don't hear the sound
I reach a hand out. No hand have I found
Toss cares in the air but they come back around
I'm moving my mouth but you don't hear the sound
See my back slope
Made a nook where the weight copes
Wrote a book full of ghost hopes
Find me walking down tight ropes
Waving my arms around
Truth moves it's mouth but you don't hear the sound
No denying I'm guarded from mistakes as they're started
Food for the lions use you in ways uncharted
Ever felt like a target cut down for the harvest?
Names in blood are bound
I'm moving my mouth but you don't hear sound
I proved I could step up
Lies coming out your mouth
Math don't ever add up
You twist the facts around
Victim in a hold up
Everyone pays for the scene that you set up
You're looking for comfort?
You should be learning to stand up
Your flying monkeys they're looking like a herd of ghost love
You're crying like a child in a mess you never learned to clean up
Truth moves it's mouth
But you don't hear the sound
I am showing you one who takes it all down
Who carries the weight that you leave on the ground?
Who's made for the grade?
The saints ain't the same
Got something at stake even God cannot blame
Truth moves it's mouth but you don't hear the sound
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Writer(s): Joshua Murphy
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