At least, so the prophet says
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
At least I believe it to be
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
The pain is self-chosen, yeah
WRITERS
Barrett Martin, John Saunders, Layne Staley, Mike McCready