Woorden: Falling Blind. Modest Opinion.

It?s a modest opinion that becomes the epitome of truth
As it builds up egos in your mind
They feast on your rejection, your frivolous observation
Is you must change to survive
Now your stuck inside the play that society will write
Even the bright stars die, yes they all die

That?s the reason why you missed, why you slipped
Their decisions leave you dried out
That?s the treason, that?s the reason why you missed, why you slipped
Their decisions leave you dried out

It?s the weight of acceptance, they fail to mention
That?ll bear down and crush you in time

When they pull on your strings to make you stand
Make you walk like a man, how will you survive
When you?ve lost all your beliefs
When faith?s hanging on by the skin of your teeth
You?ll find that perfection is a lie, it is a lie

When you realize there?s no where you can run
Living up to expectations isn?t fun
You can try to justify it, but it?s wrong
And we all can get in line and follow along