  River of Deceit by Mad Season My pain is self- chosen At least so the the prophet says I could either burn Or cut off my pride and buy some time A head full of lies in the weight tied to my waist The river of deceit pulls down,  oh The only direction we flow is down Down,  oh down ( x4)  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 ( x4)  The pain is self- chosen,
 yeah Our pain is self- chosen Down,  oh down ( x4)
