We're only as sick as the secrets we keep
they creep and crawl behind the mind's eye
eroding integrity they kick out our legs
until we learn how to fight from our back.
The secrets we kept after dark didn't count
double-talk-razzle-dazzle and reasonable doubt.
Thicker and slicker and sicker and sicker
the road less travelled is narrow and steep
We hit the ground with the rubber side down
then parked in the dark to escape from our dreams.
But secrets have legs and go bump in the night
and it's hard to swallow that lump in your throat
A head on collision - a storm of remorse
we slept like babies on the cold prison floor.
Toads are inspired by secrets today.