the proud will not remain in peace
get this out get this out of me

THE PROBLEM ARISES WHEN SO MUCH TRUTH CAN SURFACE FROM WHAT IS ESSENTIALLY A LIE.

give my regards, yes, give my regards
i will not speak up this time around
all of this killing of my flesh has left me uneasy about the options that remain
so i look to the simple pleasures
driving home from work in a fog
seeing two men in a canoe on a river
& hoping for their happiness
things like that make me laugh out loud
taking hold of a strange sort of joy
in knowing that there is a standing offer of peace
it's just a matter of taking someone up on it
all of this fear of failure
keeping me alive, i suppose
but there are better things than just alive

regardless, it's still murder.