Who can I trust?

All I see is an empty sky

Who can I trust?

What good's a God

Who can't hear my cries?

Who can I trust?

These paper walls

Are closing in on me

Who can I trust?

Nothing left for me to believe

With crooked compass, you navigate

And slanted motive, you narrate

Cross the lines to twist fate

Lose the plot as you obdurate

Prop yourself on a turn of phrase

What are you hiding, why are you afraid?

I see a bias lurking in your verbs

Your actions speak louder than your words

As you allege I must object

You are the cause to the effect

Who can I trust?

All I see is an empty sky

Who can I trust?

What good's a God

Who can't hear my cries?

Who can I trust?

These paper walls

Are closing in on me

Who can I trust?

Nothing left for me to believe

Dot your I's and cross your T's

Build a cage of words and throw away the keys

Paint a picture with foul adjectives

Punish the subject with the subjective

Steal the scene for your pronouncement

Of a sentence for the common nouns

But you changed the name before the predicate

An error of grammatical etiquette

I stand alone with my independent clause:

She may be gone but I am not the cause

You left your role with your passive voice

Our outcome is not your choice

Tried to set the tone and tense

This life in paper that you have spent

Has left you cruel and discontent

Rip the pages right out of your book

Blind to your words, deaf to your hooks

Escape the tempo and the time

I cut the bars and fall out of my lines

Who can I trust?

All I see is an empty sky

Who can I trust?

What good's a God

Who can't hear my cries?

Who can I trust?

These paper walls

Are closing in on me

Who can I trust?

Nothing left for me to believe

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