Truth Serum Blues

step right up to the mirror, mac time for some truth serum straight, no chaser the kind that burns going down but clears your vision after been hiding behind dark glasses and darker secrets hurts stacked up like old newspapers habits hanging like smoke in a closed room but pure in heart means no more masquerade no more shadow dancing around the real deal the naked truth of who i am confessing to myself first then to God then to that one cat who won't run when the music stops and the lights come up examination ain't persecution it's excavation digging through the rubble of who i thought i was to find who i really am and they promise—these wise cats— that pure hearts see God not in some far-off heaven but right here, right now in the honesty of the moment truth is the only drug that leads to real freedom