mad season
river of deceit
My pain is self-chosen At least, so the prophet says I could either burn Or cut off my pride and buy some time A head full of lies is the weight, tied to my waist  The river of deceit pulls down, oh oh The only direction we flow is down Down, oh down Down, oh down Down, oh down Down, oh down  My pain is self-chosen At least I believe it to be I could either drown Or pull off my skin and swim to shore Now I can grow a beautiful shell for all to see  The river of deceit pulls down, yeah The only direction we flow is down Down, oh down Down, oh down Down, oh down Down, oh down  The pain is self-chosen, yeah Our pain is self-chosen Down, oh down Down, oh down Down, oh down Down, oh down