The Secrets Of A Salesman

These baby secrets have grown into childrenthrough dirty adolescence and now into manhoodI locked the basement door and broke off the skeleton keybut it made no difference still they travel with me even though I killed them they haunt me and they help meremember the lies in the shadows, the practiced charadesmy hands are an axe chopping at the rootsof the only family tree that could ever bear fruitto cripple you to make sure that you never reproduceanother heart of lies or house of haunted rooms the arrow is thrown into your back nothing has ever beenso distant and weakdreaded words whispered under her breath "your just like your father"your ocean is a drop of water tightly woven wire mesh beneath the broken salesman as he's rolling down the conveyer beltthe product is almost ready to be shipped out the doorout into the world to make a living selling plastic faces to everyone who needs emto forget the lies in the shadows, the practiced charadesthe enemy will make sure the ties on straightit's always best to make an impression of wealthno matter how much hatred and debt is boiling beneath the surface"I love you" spills like vomit from her lips the arrow is thrown into your backnothing has ever been so distant and weakthe dreaded words whispered under her breath "you're just like your father"your ocean is a drop of waterI locked the basement doors and broke of the skeleton keyforget the lies in the shadows, don't forget me