Blame Paradise - The Dear Hunter

Millions of minds press opinions like they’re gospel

(as facts and figures find ill-fated decay)

And all the pushers stand in line, so vaingloriously hostile

(if they had their way, we’d have no escape)

So I beg for rationale in the midst of all the rage

But I’m met with reduction again

I offend before I’ve opened my mouth

To resent, I present: there’s nothing pleasant to say

(Paradise has gifted us these convoluted interrupts that interrupt real life)

I can’t believe my eyes

The truth’s no longer deified

Instead we wade the wreckage of this

False information that you can’t deny

Tell me this isn’t real life

Did you believe it?

Can you unsee it?

It isn’t difficult to scribe a scheme

If you manage to master the subtleties of doublespeak

But I can’t keep up, no, the stories creep up

Hell, I’m not invincible to tricks that treat

The believer appeased with deceit to boost their dignity

(Paradise has gifted us these convoluted interrupts that interrupt real life)

I can’t believe my eyes

The truth’s no longer deified

Instead we wade the wreckage of this

False information that you can’t deny

Tell me this isn’t real life

Could it be, maybe we, are responsible for sleeping while

Our enemies achieve the ends to all their means?

Could it be, maybe we, are responsible for sleeping while

Our enemies achieve the ends to all their means?

(Blame paradise for giving us these ways to stay oblivious; deliriously glued

to all our interrupts that interrupt real…)

I can’t believe my eyes

The truth’s no longer deified

Instead we wade the wreckage of this

False information that you can’t deny

A fantasy that aches to acidify

And still, it spreads like a wild fire

Too many lies on which we rely

Tell me this isn’t real…