Expositor by The Vigilance Committee Lyrics

I am but a fraud
My words out-beat my heart
A tragic portraiture

And though my caper ends
The dirty secret lives
I hope it never dies

Truth does not have to be for sale
Even if it were, no one is buying

Ink stains my hands
Blood stains my shirt
I now inhabit a life i don't deserve
Walk this earth, we are frauds

In the line we stand for a shot in the heart
While fighting to protect the brand

I am the expositor
I am a frantic kind of boring
An end-stage addiction
Wait for the shame