She was cuffed to the truth like the truth was a interrogation light in her eyes And her conscience lit a cigarette, just stood Waiting for her to crack, for her to cry
And his scampered through her mind Like a roach across a They made her sore Yeah, they made her skin
They said, "We got this confession, we just need for you to Why don't you just cooperate? this easier on us all Make easier on us all Can make easier on us all"
there was light and then there was darkness But was no line in between And my heart for guidance Was like pleading with a
Yeah, 'cause joy it has its own And my dreams are languid and And bows to beauty When it is fierce and when it is When, when it is fierce and when it is
On the table two ziploc baggies Containing her and her smile They said, "We're keeping these as 'Til this goes to trial"
Meanwhile was fingering solace In another room the hall Both were accomplices But solace the fall
Now look at her book of days, the same on every page And she's got a little tin cup her heart in it To along the bars of her rib cage along the bars of her rib cage
'Cause there was and then there was darkness But there was no line in And her heart for guidance Was like pleading a machine
Yeah, joy it has its own And my are languid and lawless And bows to beauty When it is fierce and when it is
When, when, it is fierce and, and when it's flawless When, when, when it is fierce and, and when flawless When it is and, and when it is flawless
Fierce, Fierce, Fierce, Fierce,