Belly of the Beast

They went digging underground in a foreign land,
Dusting off the cache with a careful hand 
And finally making sense of things that we 
Never knew to understand 

Buried in the ages, lost in time 
A history out of sight and out of mind
As legend grew like gossip the truth would be 
What no one dared to find 

And the truth is often hidden underneath 
Like a prophet in the belly of the beast
And like anything that’s worth it
Takes some time and 
A little bravery 

I’m sitting on a couch in therapy 
I’m still talkin’ about my fucked up family 
And terrified to take a look inside 
Afraid what I might see 

But I’m so tired of pretending I’m Ok
Building playgrounds over graveyards for display  
Is there freedom when we take off the disguise  
And just look it in the face? 

Yeah, the truth is often hidden underneath 
Like a prophet in the belly of the beast
And like anything that’s worth it
Takes some time and 
A little bravery