A cabinet full of crooks
A drawer full of hate
Pockets full of don’t ask
Splatter on your face
A dream that’s going nowhere
You’re lost and can’t be found
Hide tide for fear of no man
That wall is coming down
Shadows lurk at sunrise
Ghouls come out at night
Lions stalk their prey
When everything seems alright
Everything is what it is
And what it is ain’t what it seems
But every so often
Truth shines through the seams
Your cabinet full of crooks
Is on the path to getting gone
Your drawer full of hate
Is more like a shit storm coming on
Pockets full of don’t ask
Can’t tell what they done wrong
And that splatter on your face
Is the last pass you’ll throw
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