| I suppose in your mind you believe you were right
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| That the matter doesn’t rest heavy on your shoulders
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| But be careful of the ones you wish to indict
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| Blame is merely in the eye of the beholder
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| Perhaps the time is right to look yourself in the eye
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| Take inventory of the world you see around you
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| Look at the allegations you were quick to deny
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| And ask yourself if they could possibly be true
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| Distorted maps of reality
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| Are tearing us apart
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| Fan the flames of fallacy
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| And watch the truth depart
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| Belief is what you make of it
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| A creation of your own
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| If the outcome is unfit
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| Let your conscience take the blow
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| It’s everybody else’s fault besides your own
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| But perhaps the finger’s pointing in the wrong direction
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| Consider that the root of all that you bemoan
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| Is pictured in the visage of your own reflection
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| I don’t expect your view to change, my God, why should it?
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| You have yourself convinced that you can do no wrong
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| There’s not a chance at all that you will ever admit
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| The cause of this is you and has been all along
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| Distorted maps of reality
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| Are tearing us apart
|
| Fan the flames of fallacy
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| And watch the truth depart
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| Belief is what you make of it
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| A creation of your own
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| If the outcome is unfit
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| Let your conscience take the blow
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| Distorted lines become an arc become a circle
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| The words entwined until the very meaning is gone
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| The truth is something for which you can find no purpose
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| It’s just a starting point to drape more lies upon
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| I wish you luck, I really do, because you’ll need it
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| You can’t avoid reality for too long
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| And everything collapses into waves of regret
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| When you finally understand that it was you who was wrong
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| Distorted maps of reality
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| Are tearing us apart
|
| Fan the flames of fallacy
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| And watch the truth depart
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| Belief is what you make of it
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| A creation of your own
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| If the outcome is unfit
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| Let your conscience take the blow |