An inquisitive mind   Will always tune into the world beyond.   Curiously you'll find yourself   Observing it all with intrigue.   So keep a close eye   Such a detailed awareness   Helps you to feel alive...      You're always watching,   But it's only watching.      This voice so confident   And proud of chanting opinions   Stuck in his verbal crusade   Ranting an invented position   You're only ever a witness   To what you want to see   You're glorifying this misperception.      So fill your head   With what you think you understand.      My ears grow tired   Of listening to this constant recital   Lend yourself only when it suits   For this worthy cause, for this worthy cause   Feed the elevation that you so desperately, so desperately...      In all these words in which you preach   I would have thought you'd act.   But you're sitting too comfortably   In a land so distant   Watching for entertainment...      And in this voice of confidence   Too proud to admit flawed opinions   Bound to his verbal crusade   Preaching his invented position.   These tones will always   Deceive the unfamiliar   Still glorifying your misperception.      So in love with the sound of you own voice   And why? You would talk for eternity   The watcher runs   With the circles of his debate   And in the end, what's been achieved?