Testo Confession #1

Trust, trust as a concept,
it works pretty well.
To run around, chasing admission,
into a private hell.
Does anyone here know anything,
about themselves for tell?

Carrying pictures of people you know, life is shortcoming.
Climbing the great heights you know you should fall,
life is shortcoming.

Confession reads like a stop sign
Encircling every true word it seems,
entering my mind.

Carrying pictures of people you know,
life is shortcoming.
Climbing the great heights you know you should fall,
life is shortcoming.

Reveal to me now,
I buried your days by night. Click down to you now,
the stop sign is out of sight.
does anyone here know anything,
about themselves to tell?
To run free from you now,
free from you now...

Reveal to me now,
I buried your days by night.
Click down to you now,
the stop sign is out of sight.
does anyone here know anything,
about themselves to tell?
To run free from you now,
free from you now...