(R. Rice/P. Hyrka)
In the harsh light of reality
We wear our shades or we close our eyes
Trip over our morality
Pick up ourselves with our little white lies
Indulge in our brutalities
Though it's ourselves we come to despise
In the hard light of reality
But i can see how we can be so fantasy dependent
We don't sleep so easily
If we can't dream of innocence
We wish for immortality
While making sure that it'll never happen
Count up all the fatalities
And judge their values by the flags they're flapping
Our fake spirituality
Is pretty shabby in it's silver wrapping
In the harsh light of reality
But i can see how we can be so fantasy dependent
We don't sleep so easily
If we can't dream of innocence
In the harsh light of reality
Our progress often seems like mere destruction
So much for rationality
As long as we are keeping up production
We fail to grasp the actualities
Our problems really are our own construction
In the harsh light of reality
But i can see how we can be so fantasy dependent
We don't sleep so easily
If we can't dream of innocence