Those books I shouldn't have read
get caught in my head
come out as truth
'cause i see it in black and white
conscious thought say goodnight
clean slate
mind blank

middle of tragedy
fingers go wildly
pointing at anyone other than me
while nothing gets done
that needs to get done
until the tv's had its say

if we had time
we'd still be in combat mode
using our quotes from
our favorite ex-voices
we would have been friends
but that all depends
on if we were exactly the same

i want a new mind
i want to be able
to tell truth apart
from a libelous fable
that's told to me
so delicately
to make me guilty
i believe.