I hate to be the one to tell you that you're lost   And you can't see the power of yourself you've relinquished   It's a shame how you stray & throw consciousness away   And shoot up another vein with social confirmation      A giant finger in your eye, your thoughts die without a cry   As you fail to see your master decompose your mind   That's O.K., by the way, they like it that way   Because they'll never need an answer to what you never say      And we're pickin up the pieces   and the pieces (are) falling down      The many dreams you see will help you shape your reality   Wisdom will replace the need as you walk the path of honesty   My mind is clear, I know, Such things I see, I know      Can't you see that our lives are steeped in destiny   What it means to be free   The color of your fate is yours to see   The shade you choose can set you free      And we're pickin up the pieces   and the pieces (are) falling down