I suppose in your mind you believe you were right   That the matter doesn't rest heavy on your shoulders   But be careful of the ones you wish to indict   Blame is merely in the eye of the beholder      Perhaps the time is right to look yourself in the eye   Take inventory of the world you see around you   Look at the allegations you were quick to deny   And ask yourself if they could possibly be true      CHORUS    Distorted maps of reality   Are tearing us apart   Fan the flames of fallacy   And watch the truth depart   Belief is what you make of it   A creation of your own   If the outcome is unfit   Let your conscience take the blow      It's everybody else's fault besides your own   But perhaps the finger's pointing in the wrong direction   Consider that the root of all that you bemoan   Is pictured in the visage of your own reflection      I don't expect your view to change, my God, why should it?   You have yourself convinced that you can do no wrong   There's not a chance at all that you will ever admit   The cause of this is you and has been all along      (CH)      Distorted lines become an arc become a circle   The words entwined until the very meaning is gone   The truth is something for which you can find no purpose   It's just a starting point to drape more lies upon      I wish you luck, I really do, because you'll need it   You can't avoid reality for too long   And everything collapses into waves of regret   When you finally understand that it was you who was wrong      (CH)