B.Murphy - Truth Is... / Vacant lyrics

[Verse 1] I have nothing to say, I've got nothing to give My heart's in decay and my brain is a sieve Seeping knowledge like liquid Weeping truth is a biscuit So pasty it crumbles So tasty it stumbles across our lips Being swallowed and digested never to be spoken Leaving followers invested, devout and devoted in broken spirits: a token of limits that spin on the pivots of pedestrian pedestals A question of merits, a test for the kestrels Who fly with a quest seeking shiny spectacles The one who inherits the finest ventricles And pumps that blood like the spunk from my testicles Is solely rewarded reaching the pinnacles Trouncing the faith of the lost and the cynical Smashing their dreams with the force of wrecking balls And left to the vultures Thompson and Venebales [Verse 2] Is life truly ours? See it's hard to admit that we're all in confinement Just like the stars appearing scattered and free but we're all in alignment Glowing in definement only noticing the vibrant Claiming that we know how to ignore the tyrants Acting like we govern our own thoughts But what if you were faced with the case confirming the grace of your lover's corpse How would you feel then? Yes it's hard to pretend What if I have not got the mental capacity To look or care for the so called truth? Provide me with some stone cold proof Pulverise my bones of Ruth I chew on lies with a carnivore tooth [Refrain] Said the truth is you don't wanna know the truth The tr-truth is they don't wanna know the truth The tr-truth is we don't wanna know the truth The tr-truth I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know x2 Tr-ruth You don't wanna know, you don't wanna know x2 [Spoken Word] I plummet to the obscurities of a vacant mind set Accelerated by thoughts of grey matter What's the matter now? I'm an anchor My dive is applauded by the silence I pierce the seabed of a subversive ocean with my fingernails Scramming its multitude of layers in search for the residue of plankton and benthic organisms; any slight disturbance of life Immersed in this stagnant water, my molecules begin to disintegrate The chaos above contaminates my environment with infinite acrobatics as the surface line constructs itself into nothing more than a tinted window, devised exclusively for my unidirectional vision This is the sanctuary of fixated oblivion This is the hideaway of circumvented truth