Truth hides under fallen rocks and stones
   At the end of a disconnected phone
   Truth hides down an unmarked street
   Buried deep beneath your feet
   Truth hides in people written out of history
   Black leaders and inventors whose names remain a mystery
   Great women recorded on ripped out pages
   Obliterated wisdom, covered up faces
   Truth is lost in the mists of eMpTy Vision
   And found in the notebooks of those wrongfully imprisoned
   And in the evidence that was never brought to trial
   But not in the void behind the newsreaders' smile
   Truth hides whenever we lose our focus
   Slips out the back quickly replaced by the bogus
   Fleeing soundbites disguised as facts
   That reappear in the small print on every contract
   Truth hides on the other side of a two-way mirror
   In countless documents sent straight to the shredder
   That might finally give us the whole of the picture
   But until the day we decide to dig a little deeper
   We know the truth will hide
   Under fallen rocks and stones
   At the end of a disconnected phone
   Down an unmarked street
   And buried deep beneath your feet
   CHORUS
   Truth it hide under rocks and stones
   At the end of your line
   Down an unmarked street
   Truth it hide under rocks and stones
   At the end of your line