Awful Terrain

I'm running from the streets as fast as I can
I'll teach my little girl how to be a man
I'll dance with my soul in the dust of the noon
And I'll make sure my death won't be coming too soon
I'm a teacher of the burdens of speaking the truth
The speaker of the house who has nothing to do
The crying baby left beside the road
His daddy was a preacher, but his mama didn't know

And so we become drenched in the rain
A slow but steady fall into an awful terrain

I'm a liar, but you can't quote me on it
I'll deny everything and just quietly sit
The Christians will be holding their crosses
While secretly wanting to murder their bosses
I'm an advocate of just remaining unsure
I'll question your motives to see if they're pure
I'll dilate your eyes to see deep inside
You can say all you want
But you know it will never hide

And so we become drenched in the rain
A slow but steady fall into an awful terrain