Tell Me

My head hurts, I’ve been trying to meet the silence 

It left me with all my old habits in its empty violence  

I’ve been searching for peace, but I could never run far enough 

It’s in the stillness, the wake of my own desolate disaster 

I find the ugly truth sitting like skeletons behind the plaster 

I’m not the lies I sell

Blanket me with a truth, I’ve been unforgiving in my assessments 

I never paid down the debt I owed on my ornamental investments

Wherefore art thou enlightenment?

Show me how to be the truth I need. 

Tell me how to take pride in the silver I bleed. 

I can’t make it to someday if I strike out today

I’ll never meet nostalgia in the beauty of its youth 

Guess I’ll always be the living proof  

Tell me, tell me