I heard the truth about you. and it really doesn't read you. like the wipping stick you raised me with. a scared woman in a private hell. hushed voice like electric bells. strange talk about edgar casey. and the long lame walk of the dark 70's ( x2 ). i heard the truth about you. yeah you. mama they woke me up. i was deep in an idiot sleep. i was just 8 years old. heard big words with horrible sound. why'd they have to call my school. tell me my mother had a nervous breakdown. i wish i believed like you do. yeah you. in the myth of a merciful god. in the myth of a heaven and hell. i hear the voice. you hear sometimes. sometimes it gets to be too much. i feel like letting go. sometimes it gets so hard. i feel likd letting it go. sometimes it gets so goddamn hard. i feel like letting it all go. letting it all go. i ran away and went looking for you. back to culver city and the old neighborhood. need to know if you were really gone. need to know if you were gone for good. i ran through the projects at night. hide in the dark from my friends in the light. hide from my brother-in-law. hide from the things he'd say. said you weren't losin' your mind. he said you just needed a rest. he said you would be coming home soon. said the doctors there. would know whats best. said that maybe. i could go live with them for a while. i know the truth about you. i know the truth. mama they woke me up. i was just 8 years old. sometimes it gets so hard. i feel like letting it go. sometimes it gets so hard. i feel like letting it all go. letting it all go.