[Verse 1: Joe Horton]
Only got one story to tell
It's boring as hell, devil's in the embellishment
Over time it calcifies into a definite
Real life rendering of the truth as I invented it
Assembled from fine specs of deception
Dry layer of sediment filtering my perception
Idol specimen, obsessive with the testament
Slave to the narrative frame, scraping a straight line
On waves in a particle phase begging for space time
Disguises come in all shapes and sizes
Tried some on, none fit, no surprises
Mothership strip naked of shame to spread the virus

[Verse 2: Crescent Moon]
How long must I wait for the good rest?
Feels like I'm following the footsteps a crook left
Like I picked out the storybook that looked best
Feels like the lovely's bout as ugly as it could get
Take another glance in the rearview
The past must be callin' because nobody's near you
Nobody's here to deny or adhere to
The heavy heart strugglin' the slow years have pierced through
Think that I have it / blinked and it vanished
Must be carrying enough guilt to sink the Titanic
You cool like you planned it, no signs of panic
It would take another lifetime to calculate the damage
Take me for a ride, take me for granted, I still can manage
But how you gonna stand if the earth, wind and sands shift?
Freefall, reckless abandon
If the truth is an illusion then there won't be much to land in

[Hook: Joe Horton and Crescent Moon]
Walking through strangers we all know well, Everybody's got a story to tell
Bottle full of empty and a secret to sell, Everybody's got a story to tell
The bottom swallows every wish in the well, Everybody's got a story to tell
Busy talking 'bout the day that they fell, Everybody's got a story to tell

[Verse 3: Toki Wright]
Another story that I said, don't want to pull your leg
The other day I bumped my head, thought I was surely dead
Well here I am again, I'm rambling
It seems the river dried, now I'm on land again
To search for wear the dam begins
I've got a plan to win, but have to count my losses
I know the ugly that resides in all I thought was gorgeous
I know the beauty that resides in all I thought was ugly
I love the art and know I've got to get some fucking money
Because my daughter hungry, and this is how my life was spent
To write the quip to show you that my life exists
I spent another night a trifle bit bent
And knew I had to write to this and so I vent