River of Deceit (Live At the Moore)

My pain, is self-chosen At least, so the prophet says I could either burn, or cut off my pride and buy some time A head full of lies is the weight, tied to my waist The river of deceit pulls down, oh-oh The only direction we flow is down Down, all down Down, all down Down, all down Down, all down My pain, is self-chosen At least, I believe it to be I could either drown, or pull off my skin and swim to shore Now I can grow a beautiful shell for all to see The river of deceit pulls down, yeah The only direction we flow is down Down, all down Down, all down Down, all down Down, all down The pain is self-chosen, yeah Our pain is self-chosen Down, all down Down, all down Down, all down Down, all down