By Matt Bruce

There's truth in every joke,
Says the keeper of the note,
There's shame in every fight,
Every pain, every slight,

Let's hit the gas,
Flip on the lights,
Show me the fault,
Etched on one of these nights,

Trust is a fragile death,
Pained by weight of decision,
Knowing every breath,
Is a hate of precision,

While we're chided,
We pay hope to decide,
We are trapped,
Inside the fate of this ride,

Reaching for straws,
Proving no cause,
The hand is heavy,
On the face of deceit,

No time for pause,
Picking up your jaws,
In bitter response,
To these words of defeat,

Truth is a mirror,
Dead in the weight of conceit,

A reflection that sends you flying,
Dead on your feet...