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