My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
I hate baked bread with flour of lies,
Deceitful yeast doubling the size.
My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
And even when I mean no harm
Spilling the milk is who I am.
My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
With no reservations or shame
I speak like the truth calls my name.
My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
At times I wish I could be remade
But I keep painting spade as spade.
My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
Throw stones at me, call me a troll
Through me the truth, will always roll.
