Truth
is what lies just beneath
All
of our second-hand beliefs
A
will-o’-the-wisp of doubt
On
gossamer wings
Is
the beginning to questioning everything
Subtleties
arise when revealing the lies
On
the inside
Don’t
go there
Don’t
go there
Don’t
go there
Go
here
It
tells you without words
Do
you see where you went wrong
As
you play someone else’s song
And
like a piano out of tune
The
music stinks no matter what you do
How
should we live
Wrong
question
How
can we survive
Answer
that one first
And
then ask the other one again
Here’s
a place to start
The
part of you that tells you
Not
to take the shot no matter what
Follow
that
Follow
that forever
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