» Shame Carries Weight

It isn't true not true you know...What they say in stories...About devils making deals you know...Who come to shake your hand...Immortal soul or mortal coil...However the saying goes...Just don't come packed to go...In the form of just one whole...Like silence can be golden...Shame can carry weight...If a story holds water...It can also carry bait...Well I'm so low in this day and age...The totem pole and the final goal...I find my peace in a fit of rage...A heart upon a tack and a meal to go...Whatcha' gonna' in the inner city ink blot test...In the eyes of the bride that's about to be...Well it all got lost in the orchestra...Playing bulletproof vest in G...About around a week ago...Completely empty laundromat...Watching all my clothes that are getting clean...Go round and round in my dirty town...I stared right down that tunnel...And asked if that was me...Shouted down the funnel...Saying Hell no that's not me...And Shame Carries Weight...Shame holds water...Shame's on the ball...Yeah, shame has it all...And Shame Carries Weight.