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 nunquam vincitur ipsa

Ne quae 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 nunquam vincitur ipsa

Ne quae dicuntur imprudenter credas

Sed tua teneas