Tree of Woe

Lyrics
It started out as inquiry, but simply put, I no longer needed to know But this presented a problem, how do I stop you from knowing? How do I stop you from seeing the reality? But then it hit me, what if I make reality? What if I make the reality that is what you wanna see? A really that plays to your fear? A reality that fulfills your deepest, darkest, apocalyptic fantasy? You might make sanity, my friend, but I make that irrelevant And for you, I have but one question Raised, raised to think it was all delusion I was in a state of state-run confusion Even though things weren't adding up I took communion when that they passed the cup Converted, now I proselytize in the streets I'll tell it to your face next time we meet But face to face is where it stops Never preach on the phone 'cause that thing is a cop They hold the world and it's a stage A clenched fist can crush it with rage Just when you think you've gotten something They'll find a way to weaponize nothing Like nothing done at the time of decision Nothing's evil as God's missions Nothing's heavier than when a mic's dropped Won't admit to yourself 'cause your inner cop [Instrumental Break] Let's go
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