Текст песни Knuckle Puck True Contrite

You learn a lot about honesty from the dried out leaves of the fallen trees in your life.
Forgiving pathetic excuses for long term abuse is something I could never justify with god.

You live in a lonely state of denial and self-decay.
A living reminder of buried weight you never shed in the first place.

Disguise your memory with pictures on the walls.
Am I good enough? Am I good enough?
Replace my every flaw, the ones you never even saw.
As if you tried to. You never tried to.
We dream in color, but see in black and white.
Between the covers, we sleep on beds of lies.
Someday your true contrite will find you.

Your world is what you've made it. Is this all you bartered for?
Your world is what you've made it. Is this all you bartered for?

You live in a lonely state of denial and self-decay.
A living reminder of buried weight you never shed in the first place.

Disguise your memory with pictures on the walls.
Am I good enough? Am I good enough?
Replace my every flaw, the ones you never even saw.
As if you tried to. You never tried to.
We dream in color, but see in black and white.
Between the covers, we sleep on beds of lies.
Someday your true contrite will find you.