A Simple Truth
from As Written by a Member of the Dying Middle Class by The Ugly Facade
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A S I M P L E T R U T H
Well, I’ve been swimming in my shame for half a year since she's been gone.
And there were times when I thought nothin'd ever change.
But as a simple man once said, "You ain't that broke till you been dead.
Now buck the fuck up, son, your troubles ain't that strange."
Whether rain, whether shine, come tomorrow find a way.
Till I bend, till I break, till I bleed it all away.
Kill the pain till its over and gone like yesterday.
I found my way.
I found my way.
I found my way.
I found my way.
Well, I’ve been siftin' through the wreckage and I don't know who I am.
I seemed to think I had a purpose before you.
But as a simple man once said, "Your purpose got you outta bed.
So shut the fuck up, son, you've so much more to do."
Whether flood, whether fire, come tomorrow find a way.
Till I swim, till I sink, till I swallow it away.
Kill the pain till its over and gone like yesterday.
(I failed in you.)
(I fell into apathy.)
(You’re my excuse.)
(I fell into apathy.)
Now I’ve been told and told again that this is all a simple plan,
But I ain’t seen nor heard a fuckin’ ounce of proof.
“Well it ain’t hard to understand, if you’ll just be a simple man.”
A simple plan. A simple life. A simple truth.
Well, I’ve been swimming in my shame for half a year since she's been gone.
And there were times when I thought nothin'd ever change.
But as a simple man once said, "You ain't that broke till you been dead.
Now buck the fuck up, son, your troubles ain't that strange."
Whether rain, whether shine, come tomorrow find a way.
Till I bend, till I break, till I bleed it all away.
Kill the pain till its over and gone like yesterday.
I found my way.
I found my way.
I found my way.
I found my way.
Well, I’ve been siftin' through the wreckage and I don't know who I am.
I seemed to think I had a purpose before you.
But as a simple man once said, "Your purpose got you outta bed.
So shut the fuck up, son, you've so much more to do."
Whether flood, whether fire, come tomorrow find a way.
Till I swim, till I sink, till I swallow it away.
Kill the pain till its over and gone like yesterday.
(I failed in you.)
(I fell into apathy.)
(You’re my excuse.)
(I fell into apathy.)
Now I’ve been told and told again that this is all a simple plan,
But I ain’t seen nor heard a fuckin’ ounce of proof.
“Well it ain’t hard to understand, if you’ll just be a simple man.”
A simple plan. A simple life. A simple truth.
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from As Written by a Member of the Dying Middle Class,
released July 2, 2009
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The Ugly Facade
We live our lives in boxes, with little glowing screens. We fill our blood with toxins, so we can deal with things. And sometimes, more than often, the bitter masks the taste. The fruitless failed reflection: what if it's all a waste?
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