Living in the Law

I am a liar skilled in the ways of manipulation like star constellations, I connect the dots, thoughts leading to rotten deeds committed in secret. And to you It’s a pretty picture in the sky Let me sparkle and shine in a dark abyss because I know what you’re missing. Let me “shine” into it. I am a schemer sure to display what makes me “special” and disguise the things that make me “human” So assume then that my “good intensions” are selfless inventions and as for my loving spirit… Well I fear its affections are a little closer to home. I am a Pharisee Scripture reading saint, righteous-know-it-all with “Humility” covering the footprints of my filthy feet Super hero syndrome that defiles my purity calling it good in the name of God. I have nothing to hide Only the things I try to forget Just a few regrets, some bones Some candy wrappers and my dirty thoughts. Did I say thoughts? I meant sox. And in sick religiosity I prayed you would think well of me I hide my insecurities and sing myself to sleep. And it’s clear that my fear Is an extension of my past I’ve built a wall of cold extended hands a barracks protecting my crazy as I mutter to myself “You will not be that girl” “You will not be that girl” And in sick religiosity I prayed you would think well of me I hide my insecurities and sing myself to sleep. hide my insecurities and sing myself to sleep My insecurities and sing myself to sleep Insecurities and sing myself to sleep and sing myself to sleep Myself to sleep to sleep Sleep.