Lyrics Truth Is... / Vacant - Agiris

Jung had an axiom that he derived from the alchemists
Which was in sterquiliniis invenitur which meant
"That which you most need will be found where you least wanna look" which is
Fuck man
Yeah

I have nothing to say, I've got nothing to give
My heart's in decay and my brain is a sieve
Seeping knowledge like liquid
Weeping truth is a biscuit
So pasty it crumbles
So tasty it stumbles across our lips
Being swallowed and digested never to be spoken
Leaving followers invested, devout and devoted in broken spirits
A token of limits that spin on the pivots of pedestrian pedestals
A question of merits, a test for the kestrels
Who fly with a quest, see the hunter's spectacle
The one who inherits the finest ventricles
And pumps that blood like the spunk from my testicles
Is solely rewarded reaching the pinnacles
Trouncing the faith of the lost and the cynical
Smashing their dreams with the force of wrecking balls
And left to the vultures
Thompson and Venebales

Is life truly ours? It's hard to admit that we're all in confinement
Just like the stars appearing scattered and free but we're all in alignment
Glowing to define, only noticing the vibrant
Claiming that we know how to ignore the tyrants
Acting like we govern our own thoughts
But what if you were faced with the case confirming the grace of your lover's corpse
How would you feel then?
Yes it's hard to pretend
What if I have not got the mental capacity
To look or care for the so called truth?
Provide me with some stone cold proof
Pulverise my bones of Ruth
I chew on lies with a carnivore tooth

Said the truth is you don't wanna know the truth
The tr-truth is they don't wanna know the truth
The tr-truth is we don't wanna know the truth
The tr-truth
I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know

The truth is you don't wanna know the truth
The tr-truth is they don't wanna know the truth
The tr-truth is we don't wanna know the truth
The tr-truth
I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know

I plummet to the obscurities of a vacant mind set
Accelerated by thoughts of grey matter
What's the matter now?
I'm an anchor
My dive is applauded by the silence
I pierce the seabed of a subversive ocean with my fingernails
Scramming its multitude of layers in search for the residue of plankton
Or benthic organisms; any slight disturbance of life
Immersed in this stagnant water, my molecules begin to disintegrate
The chaos above contaminates my environment with infinite acrobatics
As the surface line constructs itself into nothing more than a tinted window
Devised exclusively for my unidirectional vision
Beyond is the sanctuary of fixated oblivion
Below is the hideaway of circumvented truth