| Here is my new disposition. |
| You’re about to understand. |
| Our
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| theory is only obvious to the skeptical, and at the bitter end.
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| You’re staring at a white page and the print is plain to see.
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| Now turn the page and read what’s written. |
| It’s your history.
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| Do you understand? |
| The dream is over. |
| You haven’t slept in years.
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| Don’t be looking for answers. |
| You’re better following trails.
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| You’re staring at a black screen. |
| Your body starts to tense.
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| When two plus two is five or less it’s time to question common
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| sense. |
| Silence is a secret, a weapon in disguise. |
| Listen to the silence. |
| Open up your eyes. |
| Do you decide what you hear
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| and believe? |
| Tell me who makes your mind up for you. |
| Do you
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| believe what you see to be true? |
| Can you tell me who owns the
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| truth? |
| Who bought the truth? |
| What is your disposition? |
| Here
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| is my new disposition. |
| You’re about to understand. |
| Our theory
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| is only obvious to the skeptical and at the bitter end. |