Is your mind mistaken? Is your conscience not at ease?
Do you strive to deny each kindred spirit in the room?
And is your highest pleasure now, the misfortune of fools?
You hide nothing
Just believe it
We all see it
In the basement, you did wait,
Wondering what they would do,
And you could not accept the fate of three thousand volts through you
And there is nothing you could say,
Only what you should have done
And you should have walked away
Instead you're living on the run
Now it's coming off the sea
And it's moving through the trees
It is the wind before your hand
As its coming down upon me
You hide nothing
Just believe it
We all see it