Fable of the Times

We’ve got a foot on the pedal and one in our mouth

Talking like our hands are dry when we’ve been swimming

Neck deep, soaking up the stain of the times

Reveling 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

Reevaluate, reality might be a forgery

Made for fear that someday we may

Face the consequences

Either that, or we’re fine living 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 got a foot on the pedal and one in our mouth

How many lies does it take to reach the center of a saint?

Desperate to hear you’re doing 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

And with every step we drive the nail deeper in our sole

What an awful game, we play it 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

(The comfort of the lie)

(The poison of the lie)

(The power of the lie)

We’ve been made a fool by the fable of the times