Witherings

There are always two sides to every argument
But there is only one truth in the end
You're the only one who knows me
Because I am a stranger in a strange land
You're a gigolo in Las Vegas who bets on the jackpot

Who do you say I am
Go read the truth in the book
It's not a pretty sight
Because we don't listen
Only truth will save us

The wind blows across the distant hills
It tells me the truth that flows out of the lamb's mouth
I listen to the apocalypse that's coming
It tells of death and destruction
We don't have to go there

Can there be a higher truth that prevails
Or are we lost in the winds of despair
We deserve better than that
Only good will and love will save us

A truthful sketch: