Disconnected

Beating out the answers

Through someone who can remind me

Of the blinding’s that I’ve held so dear

Now that I’m aware it’s coming clear

I’ve seen this all before

Pushing-pulling, do it again

Truth isn’t truth and real isn’t real

But nothing comes out

The kinds of things I used to be

It seems a way of fashion

It feels a way of disease

Forget the mass hysteria

That sea of thought is overwhelming

Look at possibilities

It’s but a choice to fuel your fears

I’ve seen this all before

Pushing-pulling, now do it again

Truth isn’t truth and real isn’t real

Push beyond the boundaries

Living in the past

Caught in random silence

Searching for the words

But nothing comes out

The kinds of things I used to be

It seems a way of fashion

It feels a way of disease

It doesn’t have to be this way

I’ve seen this all before

Pushing-pulling, did it again

Truth isn’t truth and real isn’t real

Push beyond the boundaries

Living in the past

Caught in random silence

Searching for the words

But nothing comes out

I see tears you shed for me

Opposing words and actions

But we’re just gears in the machine