Kill the time and kill the trade Every word becomes cliched The cliche becomes the crime Every single word you rhyme Nobody knows, the matter of the mind Out of control, the lie that turned you blind You've got to hide, the image from the frame Nobody ever sees the same That kind of frame, it don't exist It turns your mind into a fist It's not how it used to be, you see Your perception isn't me Nobody knows, the matter of the mind Out of control, the lie that turned you blind You've got to hide, the image from the frame Nobody ever sees the same Nobody knows how to frame the matter of the mind The silhouette of a broken frame portraits a lie A speck of light in a mirrorball can turn you blind Nobody knows, the matter of the mind Out of control, the lie that turned you blind You've got to hide, the image from the frame Nobody ever sees the same