We Hate What We Make?

[tarauhhmazing]

My grave plot only has room for my secrets and lies
my corpse will have to rot it out, while the scrutiny soaks in
i'm drowning in my own words of war
it took me this long to notice

so i am going to spill them all.
the tales, and confessions.
even the things i swore i'd take to my tombstone
(which apparently will happen anyway)

a truth a day.
no idea where, maybe in my head,
sorta like a catch me if you can scenario