Happy

Accurate. I asked a question, didn't have time to wait for the answer, acted upon gut instinct and found out the answers for myself. Found that accuracy was subjective Reflective of identity within, sinned again Winners and losers all Hell passed by this fall, called vacant hearts To the podium, go home I find that I have never been happy Accurate. Found that the questions were instinctual But did not, in fact, 'stink' Guts tell us lies as apt as brains link To the wrong side of a track, left or right? Right then, go home I find that you have never been happy Accurate. Found that truth and love is the directive Let lions leap for courage like this Let men reap the reward Let God take the credit Impecunious lot Accurate. Oh, anything that is not? Guts do not equal brains, Come cast shackles off pain Give him the lot He can heal them Capture an angel and free a soul Lock it all up and never let it go Hurt to heal, heal to hurt. Accurate. Stop the damned lies Give the answer Tie it down and give in Lie down, it is within Three Three Three Sing it for me Accurate. I find that happy is not accurate.