The Nameless

As the nose on your face
Whose diggeth a pit shall fall therein
As the nose on your face
When you try you'll graze your skin
Here on earth or upstairs
Your actions will be judged
On earth or upstairs
By your own magistrate

Lies have short legs
They are not pleasant to walk
Hades is filled with bigheads
Who forgot to talk
A lie has no legs
Never lives to be old
The truth will out
In for a penny, in for a pound

You don't see them
You feel them
A fair face may hide a foul heart
Unidentified walking people

Like the nose on your face
Which gets bigger every day
There must come a time
That you'll be taken away
By the bigheads from hades
Who'll graze your precious skin
Emerge from your shelter
It's time to give in

The truth will out
The best coaches are in the sands
If you look closely
You'll see the strings from their hands
It's as clear as crystal
You've exceeded your sins
Clear as a whistle

It's you who's on the strings