Why does it take guts, to tell the truth?
When lies are but parasites, eating away
Is it because, most are scared of the proof?
Stripping them naked, in disarray.
It’s stressaphobia, only a matter of time
Armour plated, ends up rusty
Usually by that time, it’s a major crime
And one’s commonly using phrases, such as “trust me”.
Isn’t it stupid, isn’t it folly?
Yet isn’t it, part and parcel?
Just go out and do it, fuck carrying a brolly
Just go out and build, that castle.
