Sick As Your Secrets

You're only sick as your secrets

How many times did you disappear

You're only good as your word

How much longer can I believe

I've buried bodies myself

A hundred graves a hundred ghosts

I see myself in you

How much longer

How much longer can I believe

You paint a picture

In my head of where I've been

You write the scripture

I hang on every word you say

As sick as thieves

As sick as thieves

We huddle in you call the plays

How sick are we

How sick are we

How sick are we now

How can I believe