| The hard truth is better than a comfortable lie so
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| Who are we really, I’m feeling so deprived
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| Give me the answers I’ve always tried to find
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| Through books written way before my time
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| Those tales of men who were so wise
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| Manipulating a truth so well disguised
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| Those tales of life after the tides wiped it all away
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| Mistakes they tried to hide
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| Who were we before Eve gave us life
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| And who is Adam, an experiment, a guise?
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| Who am I, an experiment, a lie
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| I feel we’re all blind to the truth but where does it lie?
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| It’s all written but we won’t look or listen
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| There’s too much pain in the truth, in that wisdom
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| We’re all links in a chain, but something’s missing
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| Maybe the answer’s in a place not so distant
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| Where do we come from, that’s the plight of humankind
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| Are those ancient ruins a reference, a time line?
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| Did they come to ruin us or help define
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| What we would ultimately become in due time
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| If those stories of gods enslaving minds
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| Holds any weight then I’ve defied my kind
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| There’s no glory in tainting human life
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| But I’m no follower so I still search to find
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| Some sign that there’s more to this life
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| The folklore and religions that divide
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| It’s all true or it’s all a fucking lie
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| It’s all proof none of us know where our souls reside
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| It’s all written but we won’t look or listen
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| There’s too much pain in the truth, in that wisdom
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| We’re all links in a chain, but something’s missing
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| Maybe the answer’s in a place not so distant |