Tha Truth

What do you know of the truth?
What do you know about the feelings of man consumed by an idea?
What do you know about a man consumed by an idea of self preservation?
Self reliance?  And ultimately, self destruction?
Just what the fuck do you know?

Cause in mine eyes I see you know nothing about said "man"
You sit there with a stare in your eyes that can pierce through any hardened surface
Basking in your self righteousness
You sit
Taking in the sights of the down-trodden and weary
Drinking in the liquids of squandered talents
They bring forth nothing

Cause this lamentation of lies brought forth with the undoing of Sapience
Does your heart feel the pulling of these strings?
By what means are we to carry on?
Justify the fine tuning of the psyche to believe anything
My truth differs from others
Worthless swill
Feeling ill to the void
Another life played out on celluloid