Lies told a thousand times, take an independance from our words.
We've all been wrong before, but this is all I know, we can speak in absolutes, create a false truth.
But how can we be proud of, that which we despise?
Is this our quiet revolution, built up and destroyed?
We'll believe what we want, romanticism blacks out reality.
There's only so long that we can live in hopes we've had and dreams we've created.
In empty rooms with sloping walls the shades are drawn the lights are out.
There's no comfort in our blackened windows, we can't resign ourselves to this, we can't give up we won't give in.
We're locked up but we hold the key.
All that we thought that we knew, all that we believed, it's evident that we've fooled ourselves
We've all been wrong before, but this is all I know, we can speak in absolutes, create a false truth.
But how can we be proud of, that which we despise?
Is this our quiet revolution, built up and destroyed?
We'll believe what we want, romanticism blacks out reality.
There's only so long that we can live in hopes we've had and dreams we've created.
In empty rooms with sloping walls the shades are drawn the lights are out.
There's no comfort in our blackened windows, we can't resign ourselves to this, we can't give up we won't give in.
We're locked up but we hold the key.
All that we thought that we knew, all that we believed, it's evident that we've fooled ourselves