My world
The truth shall set you free. My daily message in church What really is the truth? Steven, What you really hiding from the world? I pride myself of a perfect life The obedient servant Everyone's Go-to kinda guy This really is a lie. Am full to the brim. My skeletons are punching holes in my conscience Nothing truly is hidden under the sun. It's time to be free From every shackle, And every chain Please don't hate me. Beware of the quite ones They are masters of deceit Carefully dissecting one's thoughts Waiting for the right moment to pounce. And "Waiting" am gifted at. Steven, Spill your guts out Relieve yourself of these burdens It does no good holding on Shine the light to all your dark spots Those twisted fantasies you harbour Scary, But sexy No one can judge you No one dares judge you So easy for you to think. The world is filled with "roaming souls" One little leak, ...