Mad Season - River Of Deceit

My pain is self-chosen
At least, so the prophet says
I could either burn
Or cut off my pride,
and buy some time
A head full of lies is the weight, tied to my waist
The River of Deceit pulls down, ohh
The only direction we flow is down
Down, oh down
My pain is self-chosen
At least I believe it to be
I could either drown
Or pull off my skin and swim to shore
Now I can grow a beautiful shell for all to see
The River of Deceit pulls down, yeah
The only direction we flow is down
Down, oh down
The pain is self-chosen, yeah
Our pain is self-chosen
Down, oh down