I left the Shame and the fame they praise. I'm tired and my bones have failed. unable to carry this weight past the finish line, if they saw the truth would they sing in praise? or would they run and hide? Can I stand forth with pride? Cuz I am nothing like the image in sight, I am more nothingness than anything else, I am the truth and you're gonna face me soon, whether the sea dries out or the sky turns grey.