Pip Skid - Secrets lyrics

[Verse One] He did bad things it'll haunt him till he's old (You're only as sick as the secrets you hold) Became cold The mind a breeding ground Of dark private stories, not to be found Sheriff Sparsons found nothing between the lines Self reflection is a field full of mines Home made wines to [?] Bottled up for years and it tastes like sh** Still fit in fine (what a nice guy) A decent memory has allowed him to lie Get more pie, never told a soul Take it to his grave, in the dirt like a mole Thought he had control but couldn't fit the mold (You're only as sick as the secrets you hold) So he's insane, stagnant and plain Trying to be human in a world that inhumane Little white lies and deceit add up Always laying down and he never sat up To take note, of the way he behaves Thinks he's got an easy ride out like "Jesus Saves" Held it all in began to breed disease Made him an actor so scared he'd freeze Disabled but he don't get a good parking spot Always on guard like dogs barking a lot Kept so much back that he's starting to get fat Always a distraction he don't think about that He ain't playing Now...what the f** was I saying? [Verse Two] Uses work, s**, movies and beer To avoid confrontation with that incredible fear A smoking mirror, the public will never know That the guy with the jokes he can feel so low Act so slow, life is too short No guarantee on another day of any sort Torn apart by demons until he's grown old (You're only as sick as the secrets you hold) [Scratches of the Two Kings In A Cipher song 'The Definition Of A King'] "But let's get a little deeper now can we do it?" "So look into my eyes to see what I am thinking"