Title: Maps of Reality
Artist: Assemblage 23
Album: Defiance
Track: 9/10
Release Date: 2002 October 28th
Artist's Website: http://assemblage23.com/
Opened: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I4NTWilkn94
Drive: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=59itC2O-1cs
Blindhammer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ddhKNz3pd5A
Cocoon: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qE6i1O3fRW0
Document: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ktBmwP8KfXc
Fallen Down: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MGVjWtdkRlA
Horizon: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ysXvuLbAlc8
Light: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgqfowo3kWk
Lullaby: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_J5gu3W6jA
Lyrics:
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.
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 had yourself convinced that you could 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.
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.
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.
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.
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