You knew what I was going to say. And when I didn't, I did anyway, it seems. 

And I'll survive with self-respect intact. And you? 

Every freedom needs a trust. 

And this trust will kill again for you. And someone else wont believe their eyes. 

While a thousand will believe it's true. This trust will kill again for you. 

Through tales of objectivity you shake my hands. All that objectivity could break them both. 

Cause whatever I say, context aside, you've got what you need to make sure I say what they want to 

read. It wont happen again, and I'll survive with self-respect intact. 

They're telling me I should have known better. Well now I know. 

All that objectivity. Nothing.