You can open every doorway
And never leave the room
You can curate every fantasy
And never see what's true
But you already know that
There's nothing left to prove
So take its worth and weigh it
It all amounts to nothing in the end
There's a picture of a picture
On every single screen
On purpose accidentally
On the wall of the museum
But you don't need me to tell you
That it doesn't mean a thing
So take its worth and weigh it
It all amounts to nothing in the end
(E-bow solo)
It's a strange interpretation
All colorful and bright
A forced perspective portrait
Of manipulated light
But you already heard that
It's all a waste of time
Yeah you already know that
It's heavy on your mind
No I don't need to tell you
What's weighing on the line
Because you already know that
Now the only thing worth being
Is impossible to be
Yeah the only dream worth dreaming now
Is a new reality
And I hate to disappoint you
But I wouldn't count on me
So take it all and make it
Into something worth it in the end