So this is what your lord laid out for you
The gig is up, the evidence’s been proven true
And every line you gave, been given against you
Got the tapes, and you sang the blues
Saw the troubles cause you left the subtle clues
But I bet you never knew

You were gleaming in your court suit
Coulda swore that they were there to support you
And now the judge he looks at you
Says “can you justify the things you do”
But no one back in prep said you ever had to

So Oh no, Pity you, you found your Christ and your crisis too
But I bet you didn’t know It was never about you
It was your old friends and consultants
Who lost what you have once found important…

Disclosed nature, silent and distorted
Retorted with a contorted hatred shortage
And it was never about what the Lord did
But the journals written in your cold bed
You had us all fooled; it was all neatly sorted
As your persona shined through, I guess you really ‘souled it’

Remember the day your friendship was bought
A cheater was caught
I listened to the talks that my tutor had brought
As your life unfolded like a Comfort Inn cot
The blankets smothered my mind with skeptical thoughts

It didn’t take long, to see you weren’t one to like
Your poser persona brought day to night
The religious type, ha, hardly… you we’re just too nice
To have a nice life, AND to live it right.

*About a girl who puts on a charade to make everyone feel sorry for her.

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