Maybe you just dont think you need us
Youll beat us with your genius

Maybe you think that if you see us
Youll really start to need us

But the things we say wont go away
Theyre the light of truth in your conscious lies
Theyre the backlash you feel as you run away
Theyre the chance of hell behind your eyes
And the things your not man enough to say

Maybe you think that if you feed us
Youll be too small to beat us

But the things we say wont go away
Theyre the light of truth in your conscious lies
Theyre the backlash you feel as you run away
Theyre the chance of hell behind your eyes
And the things your not man enough to say

Your minds not your own to own
Its a cold black hole
Your minds not your own, its blown
To the nil youve known
Youre minds not your own to own
In the end your role
Is to play a righteous drone in a clay fish bowl