they cut me short, i had more to say

and politely asked if i'd go away

i took my leave and disappeared

into a world only i can go...

i'm inside myself looking out

as people debate what the fuss is about

when it gets too much i disappear

into a world only i can go...

i ate my fill and asked for more

they politely showed me to the door

i stood outside and disappeared

into a world only i can go...

so i don't fit in, perhaps i never did

i'll just go home and sleep on it

dream until i disappear

into a world only i can go...

when it comes to the heart of the matter

it's never easy...it's never easy

there's simply nowhere we can hide

when the truth comes down

and when the truth comes down

where will it find me? where will it find me?

in the same boat as everyone else...

when you stumble upon the answer

the questions just begin, they never really end

and there's no telling where we might be

when the truth comes down...

when the facts don't fit anymore

truth and lies, side by side

nothing can save us from finding out

when the truth comes down...

the painted desert shine

2 ravens fly

unconcerned for what passes these days as time...

upon stone and sand

2 ravens land

and pay no attention to the coming and going of man...

between earth and sky

2 ravens fly

never needing to ask the question, why...

at the coming of light

2 ravens cry

and spreading their wings they gently join the sky...

listen to em talk n your skin just wants t crawl

they don't criticize, they demonize, and make enemies of us all

so righteous, so predictable, as thieves in the night

they don't compromise, they sabotage, then shout hallelujah to the sky...

they slobber just like pavlov's dog when their master rings the bell

dispossessed and dreamless, and angry as hell

they got a straight haired, blue eyed jesus hangin on their walls

they god they believe in, is an american after all...

upon whom can we blame our misfortunes?

can't we blame the blacks? can't we blame the gays?

let's blame the heathens who won't kneel down and pray

you blame the muslims. i'll blame the jews

let's just blame everyone that ain't like me n you...

listen t their logic, it'll make your head just wanna spin

you'll ask yourself, what country is this i find myself in?

they don't just confuse, they use subterfuge t keep the truth at bay

t keep reality from seepin in they just change it everyday...

listen to em talk, just listen to em talk...

i have only myself to blame

for everyday i let get away

now my life is as it began...empty...

when time itself comes to a close

and nothing's left but to say goodbye

your eyes will be the last i ever see...as it should be...

and fade, the years roll by

life goes on much as before

only i am nothing more...than a memory...as it should be...

i've been over ruled and under cut

nothing's turned out quite the way that i thought

been made the fool, gambled and lost

a victim of my own imagination...

i've been taken down a peg or two

dreaming dreams too good to be true

and hanging on to that golden rule

a victim of my own imagination...

since i was a child i've imagined a world

where anything and everything is my reality

my endless possibility...

i've been keeping time but time has flown

i can't begin to think where it's gone

i'm passing the days singing songs

a victim of my own imagination...

she took me aside and asked if i knew a thing or two

all i could say was i knew less today than i did before

when tomorrow comes i'll know even less than i do today...

she looked surprised and asked me why i felt the way i do

all i could say was i felt less today than i did before

when tomorrow comes i'll feel even less than i do today

i turned it around and asked her how these questions crossed her mind

she said she could use an answer or two more than she had before

when tomorrow comes she'll need even more than she does today...

nothing seems to get to him

he takes it on the chin

no more than a glancing wind...

let the world spin as it will

let fate unfold as fate deems fit

maybe no one knows the truth of it...

he's good with what he's got

enough but not a lot

things aren't what he wants...

let the world consume it's fill

let life evolve as life deems fit

maybe no one knows the truth of it...

in the moment but he's gone

lost in another thought

but he gets along...

let the world run up it's hill

just let it go where it deems fit

you don't need to know the truth of it...

she's the mother of exiles no more

and she don't want your tired, and she don't want your poor

she's dimming the lights, and locking her doors

she's the mother of exiles no more...

the huddled masses are heading our way

to the land of the free, and the home of the brave

but there are no rooms at the inn these days

she's the mother of exiles no more...

the longed for, the hoped for still shine

they grow in our hearts, and stir in our minds

that simplest desire - a peaceful life

she's the mother of exiles no more...

i was born in the middle but still stepped out of bounds

caught in the rush of the tide rolling out

i find i'm at odds with the company i keep

i'm looking for someplace else i could be

a place to call my very own...

i was dropped from the sky with no idea how to fall

i walked til i fell, then i started to crawl

for what and to where, brother you tell me

i'm looking for someplace else i could be

a place to call my very own...

i've gone in a circle, i am where i am

it's strangely akin to where i began

could it be it's all a dream?

i'm looking for someplace else i could be

a place to call my very own...

words are flung, fill the sky, then fall like the rain

on everyone, everywhere, everyday

we can't even talk anymore...

sneers and taunts, indifference grows, fear replaces dreams

they hate you, you hate them, but what of me?

we can't leave well enough alone...

what am i supposed to be, what am i supposed to do?

is all that even matters is that in the end i'm just like you?

lies disguise, seep and crawl, and find a way in

a notion here, a question there, like whispers in the wind

we can't see the forest for the trees...

it's never good enough, no matter what, we find ways to disagree

you want theirs, they want yours, but what of me?

we can't see passed ourselves anymore...

i wonder how then became today

i dream i'm sleeping and slip away

all my yesterdays are growing vague

more and more...

so many days are growing vague

more and more...

backwards is impossible

everything existing is today

a calmness is beginning

i'm feeling i've found my way