| Who can I trust?
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| All I see is an empty sky.
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| Who can I trust?
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| What good’s a God
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| Who can’t hear my cries?
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| Who can I trust?
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| These paper walls
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| Are closing in on me.
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| Who can I trust?
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| Nothing left for me to believe.
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| With crooked compass, you navigate.
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| And slanted motive, you narrate.
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| Cross the lines to twist fate.
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| Lose the plot as you obdurate.
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| Prop yourself on a turn of phrase.
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| What are you hiding, why are you afraid?
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| I see a bias lurking in your verbs.
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| Your actions speak louder than your words.
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| As you allege I must object.
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| You are the cause to the effect.
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| Who can I trust?
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| All I see is an empty sky.
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| Who can I trust?
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| What good’s a God
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| Who can’t hear my cries?
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| Who can I trust?
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| These paper walls
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| Are closing in on me.
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| Who can I trust?
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| Nothing left for me to believe.
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| Dot your I’s and cross your T’s.
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| Build a cage of words and throw away the keys.
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| Paint a picture with foul adjectives.
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| Punish the subject with the subjective.
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| Steal the scene for your pronouncement
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| Of a sentence for the common nouns.
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| But you changed the name before the predicate —
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| An error of grammatical etiquette.
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| I stand alone with my independent clause:
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| She may be gone but I am not the cause.
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| You left your role with your passive voice.
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| Our outcome is not your choice.
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| Tried to set the tone and tense.
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| This life in paper that you have spent
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| Has left you cruel and discontent.
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| Rip the pages right out of your book.
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| Blind to your words, deaf to your hooks.
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| Escape the tempo and the time.
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| I cut the bars and fall out of my lines.
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| Who can I trust?
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| All I see is an empty sky.
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| Who can I trust?
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| What good’s a God
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| Who can’t hear my cries?
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| Who can I trust?
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| These paper walls
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| Are closing in on me.
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| Who can I trust?
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| Nothing left for me to believe. |