Insult Like the Truth

I've run my ship aground on the rocks of the soul
There's no lie like independence
There's no demon like control
I've fanned the burning embers
Till my house was on fire
There's no parody like power
There's no fever like desire
I've drained the wine of darkness
To the dregs of deceit
There's no drug as strong as pride
There's no blindness like conceit
I've railed against a mountain
With a pickax and a file
There's no minefield like presumption
There's no deathwish like denial

There's no gunshot like conviction
There's no conscience bullet proof
There's no strength like utter weakness
There's no insult like the truth

I've adjusted my prescription
Till 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 trap door like emotion
There's no pit like reputation
There's no cancer like ambition
There's no cure like crucifixion

There's no gunshot like conviction
There's no conscience bullet proof
There's no strength like utter weakness
There's no insult like the truth

by Charlie Peacock, from the album strangelanguage