Guilty Demeanor

Whenever stories are prescribed That we could never obelise Then how could anyone supply a doubt I take you at your word But the tale could have a flaw And if you find yourself in awe Then you’ll only hunger for the truth Veritas numquam vincitur ipsa Ne qua dicuntur imprudenter credas When I’m crucified, taunted and denied I’ll stand strong, with my back against the wall At times it seems so very hard All that we learned we must discard That everyone you’d ever trust has lied When I’m crucified, haunted and defied I belong to the few that died for all You cannot question or defy Or you’ll find out the hard way why You’d better run before you walk alone Veritas numquam vicitur ipsa Ne quae dicuntur imprudenter credas Sed tua teneas