Wrench and choke

The bile from all those token words

Whose meaning lost long ago

Through shadows of promise

Time will tell if they

Were genuine or just foolish dreams

Still deserving of scrutiny

They may harbor the answers

Try and see through

To guide you to the truth

Wasted toil extracting

Origins of thought 

Can't possess own theories

Or individual opinions

Deny those so-called scholars

Speculations on artistry

Prove for self-discovery

It may harbor your answers

Try and see through

To guide you to the truth

Songs we sang to, long ago

With lies no one can comprehend

Yet splinters of truth

Lie in perversion

Won't be told to think

No I'll never again

Won't be told what to feel

No I'll never again

Won't be told to think again

Won't believe those lies again, so

Try and see

To question what this means

Try and see through

To guide you to the truth

Songs we sang to, long ago

With lies no one can comprehend

Yet splinters of truth

Lie in perversion

Songs we sang to, long ago

And I'll never think that way again

Yet splinters of truth 

Lie in perversion

Can't comprehend

What I've said

Never again