We'll paint the gates gold   As the fallacies will grow old   A minor misconception   Of what once was a wise man's home   A place where the heartless can stay cold   In a town where scoundrels can be sold   In a village that preys for evil      And this is really a false attempt   A matter of false pretense   As a silhouette fills the dark lit tent   A god passes down his judgment   So you do, you like only you know, I know you can do   I hope you know you just passed the truth   It was back to your left      So take a seat in the back    Of the chariot   Grab the reins real tight    And hope that you don't forget   That decisions will be second-guessed   By those who cheer as you pass by   For you're a tree that's unique    In the forest in which you lie      And this is really a false attempt   A matter of false pretense   As a silhouette fills the dim lit tent   A god passes down his judgment   So bow your chins to the thin of your chest   Tie weights to your eyes so your head can rest   I hope you know you just passed the truth      Throw down your tattered remarks   Then signal those who signal sirens   Drive the raft to dryer land (x2)      So you do, you like only you know    I know you can do, I hope you know you just   Passed the truth