It’s not really a surprise that you’re deeper than you’re wise
it’s not really a surprise that your truth was tainted by lies.

One day you will fall for the poems of your heart
and you’ll cry blood as they tare you sole apart
they’ll make you scream, they will make you fight
soon you’ll wonder if you were wrong or right
you will kick, and you will bite
when you must chose, if you chose love be sure to be polite.

It’s not really a surprise that you’re deeper than you’re wise
it’s not really a surprise that your truth was tainted by lies
no, it was written in your face
that you’re a fool who’s not to trust
you play the game but you don’t play it well
and you just live because of lust.

One day you will fall for the insight of your mind
and you’ll cry for what you never find
they’ll make you scream, they will make you fight
soon you’ll know, you were wrong, you were never right
you will kick, and you will bite
but it’s too late to chose, your only hope is to embrace the night.