But you insist on it all.

Truth 's ain't on sale.

Selling out. All the way! 

And you wonder why you fail?

Its not because you've lost your groove

It's because you now try to prove:

Rights. wrongs. Deprivations.

Deviations.

It's like everything needs to be explained?

When did you get so vain?

Or so-not-vain-at-all?

I don't like to watch to you fall.

But you insist on it all.

Truth's ain't on sale.

And you wonder why you cannot bail?

This bogus gravy train's left the station

And guess who's got the window view?

Tired, or not of all the compromise?

Sit tight because we're now aboard

the house of lies

Built on momnumental sacrifices

Your spirit, now sans profane, sans insane?

Your oh-so-meaningful-meaningless-mind games

You have changed.

But you insist on it all.

Truth ain't for sale.

And you think can sail -

Past your honest mistakes?

Once you wouldn't change a thing about them

Now you insist

And resist

Proclaim, still-with shame

That they weren't honest at all?

You're sold out. Just like a lie.

And you don't mind at all.

Infact, you insist on it all.