The River Of Deceit

My pain is self-choosen at least so "The Prophet" says,
I could either burn or cut off my pride and buy some time,
A headfull of lies is the weight tied to my waste.

The River of Deceit pulls down,
The only direction it flows is down.

Down,
Oh down,
Down,
Oh down.

Down,
Oh down,
Down,
Oh down.

My pain is self-choosen at least I believe it to be,
I could either drown or pull off my skin and swim to shore,
Now I can grow beautiful just for all to see.

The River of Deceit pulls down,
The only direction it flows is down.

Down,
Oh down,
Down,
Oh down.

Down,
Oh down,
Down,
Oh down.

The pain is self-choosen...
Our pain is self-choosen...

Down,
Oh down,
Down,
Oh down.

Down,
Oh down,
Down,
Oh down.