I hear the rumor mill is turning

To try and stop it is a waste of time

Who fucked who will be on the front page

The local air is thick with painted lies

Truth in disguise



When you go out they'll be watching (eyes on you)

I feel them all around

Come tomorrow and they'll all start talking,

In this little town

Now watch me drown



Accusations and assumptions

Will fill you up and start to cloud your mind

The room is filled with stagnant conversation

I see right through it with discerning eyes

Beyond the lies