Here is my new disposition
You're about to understand
Our theory is only obvious to the skeptical, and at the bitter end
You're staring at a white page and the print is plain to see
Now turn the page and read what's written
It's your history
Do you understand? The dream is over
You haven't slept in years
Don't be looking for answers
You're better following trails
You're staring at a black screen
Your body starts to tense
When two plus two is five or less it's time to question common sense
Silence is a secret, a weapon in disguise
Listen to the silence
Open up your eyes
Do you decide what you hear and believe?
Tell me who makes your mind up for you
Do you believe what you see to be true?
Can you tell me who owns the truth?
Who bought the truth?
What is your disposition?
Here is my new disposition
You're about to understand
Our theory is only obvious to the skeptical and at the bitter end.