We've got a foot on the pedal and one in our mouth Talking like our hands are dry when we've been swimming Neck deep, soaking up the stain of the times Reveling in sanctimony, blinded
By the beam in our own eye Either that, or we're staring at it right in the face And we're choosing not to see it That we have been conditioned to the comfort of the lie
Step one: snap out of the fantasy Reevaluate, reality might be a forgery Made for fear that someday we may
Face the consequences Either that, or we're fine living the rest of our lives With our backs to the way forward We've become dependent on the poison of the lie
It's obvious everything isn't in its right place Do we really need a better reason to change?
We've still got a foot on the pedal and one in our mouth How many lies does it take to reach the center of a saint? Desperate to hear you're doing it right We'll believe it just because we say it's so
And if we say it loud enough, it can't be wrong And with every step we drive the nail deeper in our sole What an awful game, we play it every time we say, “I know the only way” So bow to me, and we can all start to look the same So bow to me, and we can all start to look the same Oh, we have grown addicted to the power of the lie
There's a beam in our own eye Either that, or we're staring at it right in the face And we're choosing not to see it
We've been made a fool by the fable of the times (The comfort of the lie) (The poison of the lie) (The power of the lie)
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