Fable Of The Times

We got a foot on the pedal, running our mouth We're talking like our hands are dry when we've been swimming Neck deep soakin' up the stain of the times Revelin' 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 Re-evaluate reality might be a forgery Made for fear that someday We may face the consequences Either that or we'll finally bend 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 go our foot on the pedal, running our mouth How many lives does it take to reach the center of a saint We're desperate to hear, "You're doin' 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 With every step we drive the nail deeper in our soul What an awful game we play And 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 (Comfort of the lie) (Poison of the lie) (Power of the lie) We've been made a fool by the fable of the times