Hidden Truths

The secrets you swallow eventually learn to scream — this track is the echo of every one of them. (LYRICS) by Andy Mitchell VERSE 1 You talk to me in riddles with the lies you try to spin, always like a spider in the web you’re sitting in. You hide behind your secrets like a child who’s done no wrong, always claiming innocence, but you trip on every lie you’ve spun. You rewrite every moment just to paint yourself the saint, but every version that you tell still cracks beneath the paint. VERSE 2 You’re always spitting poison when words come out your mouth, a sign of desperation when your lies start running out. You think a little venom helps you keep the upper hand, but every sting you throw at me is clearer than you planned. You lace your every sentence like you’re hiding something deep, but all that poison in your tone just shows the secrets you can’t keep. CHORUS Every lie you’ve ever told just circles back to you, and every story that you spin exposes what is true. You act like you’re untouchable, but you’re the simplest case I’ve seen, ’cause every move you make just shows the cracks behind the scene. BRIDGE I’m done giving you chances you don’t know how to use. I’m done carrying the weight of every story you abuse. You can twist it how you want, but I’m not playing in your game — ’cause the only thing you’ve proven is you never stay the same. FINAL CHORUS Every lie you’ve ever told still circles back to you, and every story that you spin just proves what’s always true. You act like you’re untouchable, but you’re the clearest case I’ve seen, ’cause every move you make just shows the infection underneath. OUTRO You act like all the damage that you’ve done was never meant to spread, but every truth you tried to bury claws its way back from the dead. You thought your poison wouldn’t linger, but it’s written in your skin, a quiet rot that follows you in every place you’ve been. And as your stories fall apart, you’ll see what’s left beneath — the venom you kept spitting was the thing that sealed your grief.