Insult Like the Truth

Artist: Charlie Peacock | Album: Full Circle | © 1996 River Oaks Music / Sparrow Song

I’ve run my ship aground
On the rocks of the soul
There’s no lie like independence
There’s no demon like control
I’ve fanned the burning embers
Till my house was on fire
There’s no parody like power
There’s no fever like desire
I’ve drained the wine of darkness
To the dregs of deceit
There’s no drug as strong as pride
There’s no blindness like conceit
I’ve railed against the mountain
With a pick-axe and a file
There’s no minefield like presumption
There’s no death wish like denial

Chorus:
There’s no gunshot like conviction
There’s no conscience bulletproof
There’s no strength like utter weakness
There’s no insult like the truth

I’ve adjusted my prescription
Till I couldn’t trust my vision
There’s no killer like convenience
There’s no sickness like omission
I’ve amended resolutions and resisted explanation
There’s no trap door like emotion
There’s no pit like reputation

(Chorus)

There’s no cancer like ambition
There’s no cure like crucifixion