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Truth (Version)
by
Zos Kia
on
Transparent
(2017) samples
Manson
(Robert Hendrickson,
):
The truth has not been in your courtrooms, never has been in your courtrooms. All you have is confusion in your courtrooms. Why do I have to stand and take the blame for your sins again? I've spent my life in jail, paying for you, so that you could ride your bicycle, have your birthday parties, have what you'd call a life. You know, I never had a life. I don't even know what life is, you know. I go to the desert, I'm not even allowed to live in your desert. I'm no good for anything except to be used, as your scapegoat. I'm used. Every day of my life, I've been used. When I haven't been used, and I have been on the - on the street, I've been chased, run, harassed, pushed, kicked, my ribs have been broken. You know, the same man that gives you a traffic ticket is the same guy that knocks my brains out. He figures just because he's the man, he can get away with it cause nobody's gonna say anything. My daddy's not a congressman, a doctor, or a lawyer.
They are sneaking in the county jail looking under the door to see if the man is there. Sneaking like little children out of town. Sneaking all around the courthouse. Sneaking in and out of the ventilators. Sneaking everywhere Everything is sneaky up around Sneakyville. Everything we have to do to get the truth has to be sneaky, and it's even a shame to sneak to get to the truth, to make the truth such an evil dirty old nasty thing. You gotta sneak to get to the truth; the truth is condemned. The truth is in the gas chamber. The truth has been in your stockyards, your slaughterhouses. The truth has been in your reservations, building your railroads, emptying your garbage. The truth is in your ghettos, and your jails, and your young love. Not in your courts or your congress where the old sit judgement on the young. What the hell do the old know about the young? You put a picture of old George on the dollar and tell ya that he's your father worship him.
Look at the madness that goes on. You can't prove anything that happened yesterday. Now is the only thing that's real. You can try to prove that Columbus sailed on an ocean, but it's not the same ocean; it's a different ocean. It's a different world. Every day, every reality is a new reality. Every new reality is a - is a new horizon, a brand-new experience of living. I got a note last night from a friend of mine. He writes in his note that he's afraid of what he might have to do in order to save his reality, as I saved mine. You can't prove anything; there's nothing to prove. Every man judges himself. He knows what he is. You know what you are as I know what I am. We all know what we are. Nobody can stand in judgement they can play like they're standing in judgement. They can play like they stand in judgement and take you off and control the masses with your human body and they can lock you up in penitentiaries and cages and put you on crosses like they did in the past. But it doesn't amount to anything. What they're doing is, they're only persecuting our affliction of themselves. They're persecuting what they can't stand to look at in themselves: the truth! They can't stand to look at the truth in themselves, they persecute themselves. They're butchering themselves every time they go on the freeway. They hate themselves. Look at the signs. Stop, go, turn here, turn there, you can't do this, you can't do that, you can't, you can't, you can't, this is illegal, that's illegal, everything's illegal. The police used to watch over the people; now they're watching the people. The president doesn't represent the people; he could be on the roadside picking up his children but he isn't. He's in the White House sending them off to war. And you're saying I have to pay for this again, and again and again: I've gotta pay for your sins. How many times have I gotta pay for your sins? I'm getting tired. I'm getting tired.