歌曲 | Maps of Reality |
歌手 | Assemblage 23 |
专辑 | Defiance |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Shear | |
I suppose in your mind you believe you were right | |
That the matter doesn't rest heavy on your shoulders | |
But be careful of the ones you wish to indict | |
Blame is merely in the eye of the beholder | |
Perhaps the time is right to look yourself in the eye | |
Take inventory of the world you see around you | |
Look at the allegations you were quick to deny | |
And ask yourself if they could possibly be true | |
Distorted maps of reality | |
Are tearing us apart | |
Fan the flames of fallacy | |
And watch the truth depart | |
Belief is what you make of it | |
A creation of your own | |
If the outcome is unfit | |
Let your conscience take the blow | |
It's everybody else's fault besides your own | |
But perhaps the finger's pointing in the wrong direction | |
Consider that the root of all that you bemoan | |
Is pictured in the visage of your own reflection | |
I don't expect your view to change, my | |
God, why should it? | |
You have yourself convinced that you can do no wrong | |
There's not a chance at all that you will ever admit | |
The cause of this is you and has been all along | |
Distorted maps of reality | |
Are tearing us apart | |
Fan the flames of fallacy | |
And watch the truth depart | |
Belief is what you make of it | |
A creation of your own | |
If the outcome is unfit | |
Let your conscience take the blow | |
Distorted lines become an arc become a circle | |
The words entwined until the very meaning is gone | |
The truth is something for which you can find no purpose | |
It's just a starting point to drape more lies upon | |
I wish you luck, | |
I really do, because you'll need it | |
You can't avoid reality for too long | |
And everything collapses into waves of regret | |
When you finally understand that it was you who was wrong | |
Distorted maps of reality | |
Are tearing us apart | |
Fan the flames of fallacy | |
And watch the truth depart | |
Belief is what you make of it | |
A creation of your own | |
If the outcome is unfit | |
Let your conscience take the blow |
zuo qu : Shear | |
I suppose in your mind you believe you were right | |
That the matter doesn' t rest heavy on your shoulders | |
But be careful of the ones you wish to indict | |
Blame is merely in the eye of the beholder | |
Perhaps the time is right to look yourself in the eye | |
Take inventory of the world you see around you | |
Look at the allegations you were quick to deny | |
And ask yourself if they could possibly be true | |
Distorted maps of reality | |
Are tearing us apart | |
Fan the flames of fallacy | |
And watch the truth depart | |
Belief is what you make of it | |
A creation of your own | |
If the outcome is unfit | |
Let your conscience take the blow | |
It' s everybody else' s fault besides your own | |
But perhaps the finger' s pointing in the wrong direction | |
Consider that the root of all that you bemoan | |
Is pictured in the visage of your own reflection | |
I don' t expect your view to change, my | |
God, why should it? | |
You have yourself convinced that you can do no wrong | |
There' s not a chance at all that you will ever admit | |
The cause of this is you and has been all along | |
Distorted maps of reality | |
Are tearing us apart | |
Fan the flames of fallacy | |
And watch the truth depart | |
Belief is what you make of it | |
A creation of your own | |
If the outcome is unfit | |
Let your conscience take the blow | |
Distorted lines become an arc become a circle | |
The words entwined until the very meaning is gone | |
The truth is something for which you can find no purpose | |
It' s just a starting point to drape more lies upon | |
I wish you luck, | |
I really do, because you' ll need it | |
You can' t avoid reality for too long | |
And everything collapses into waves of regret | |
When you finally understand that it was you who was wrong | |
Distorted maps of reality | |
Are tearing us apart | |
Fan the flames of fallacy | |
And watch the truth depart | |
Belief is what you make of it | |
A creation of your own | |
If the outcome is unfit | |
Let your conscience take the blow |
zuò qǔ : Shear | |
I suppose in your mind you believe you were right | |
That the matter doesn' t rest heavy on your shoulders | |
But be careful of the ones you wish to indict | |
Blame is merely in the eye of the beholder | |
Perhaps the time is right to look yourself in the eye | |
Take inventory of the world you see around you | |
Look at the allegations you were quick to deny | |
And ask yourself if they could possibly be true | |
Distorted maps of reality | |
Are tearing us apart | |
Fan the flames of fallacy | |
And watch the truth depart | |
Belief is what you make of it | |
A creation of your own | |
If the outcome is unfit | |
Let your conscience take the blow | |
It' s everybody else' s fault besides your own | |
But perhaps the finger' s pointing in the wrong direction | |
Consider that the root of all that you bemoan | |
Is pictured in the visage of your own reflection | |
I don' t expect your view to change, my | |
God, why should it? | |
You have yourself convinced that you can do no wrong | |
There' s not a chance at all that you will ever admit | |
The cause of this is you and has been all along | |
Distorted maps of reality | |
Are tearing us apart | |
Fan the flames of fallacy | |
And watch the truth depart | |
Belief is what you make of it | |
A creation of your own | |
If the outcome is unfit | |
Let your conscience take the blow | |
Distorted lines become an arc become a circle | |
The words entwined until the very meaning is gone | |
The truth is something for which you can find no purpose | |
It' s just a starting point to drape more lies upon | |
I wish you luck, | |
I really do, because you' ll need it | |
You can' t avoid reality for too long | |
And everything collapses into waves of regret | |
When you finally understand that it was you who was wrong | |
Distorted maps of reality | |
Are tearing us apart | |
Fan the flames of fallacy | |
And watch the truth depart | |
Belief is what you make of it | |
A creation of your own | |
If the outcome is unfit | |
Let your conscience take the blow |