Insult Like the Truth by Charlie Peacock

Strangelanguage by Charlie Peacock

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Insult Like the Truth
by Charlie Peacock

Album: Strangelanguage

I've run my ship aground on the rocks of the soul,
There's no lie like independence, no demon like control,
I've fanned the burning embers 'til my house was on fire,
There's no parody like power, there's no fever like desire,
And I've drained the wine of darkness to the dregs of deceit,
There's no drug as strong as pride, no blindness like conceit,
And I've railed against a mountain with a pickaxe and a file,
There's no minefield like presumption, no death wish like denial.

There's no gunshot like conviction,
There's no conscience bulletproof,
There's no strength like our own weakness,
There's no insult like the truth.

I've adjusted my prescription 'til I couldn't trust my vision,
There's no killer like convenience, there's no sickness like omission,
I've amended resolutions and resisted explanation,
There's no trapdoor like emotion, there's no pit like reputation.

There's no gunshot like conviction,
There's no conscience bulletproof,
There's no strength like our own weakness,
There's no insult like the truth,
There's no gunshot like conviction,
There's no conscience bulletproof,
There's no strength like our own weakness,
There's no insult like the truth.

There's no cancer like ambition,
There's no cure like crucifixion,
There's no cancer like ambition,
There's no cure like crucifixion,
There's no cancer like ambition,
There's no cure like crucifixion.