מילים לשיר Maps Of Reality – Assemblage 23

I suppose in your mind you believe you were right
Blame is merely in the eye of the beholder
That the matter doesn't rest heavy on your shoulders
But be careful of the ones you wish to indict
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 CHORUS
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 Let your conscience take the blow
But perhaps the finger's pointing in the wrong direction
If the outcome is unfit
It's everybody else's fault besides your own
Is pictured in the visage of your own reflection Consider that the root of all that you bemoan
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 (CH)
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
And everything collapses into waves of regret
You can't avoid reality for too long When you finally understand that it was you who was wrong
(CH).