The truth, the truth

oh, the truth.

When people are so sure

they’ve found out the truth—

well, that’s where the truth

goes to die.

See, they’ll never trust

another point of reason.

Instead, they’ll find

an insidious feeling.

For what’s the truth

to a life lived believing

in falsehoods.

Is it a beacon of hope?

Or a fire to ignite?

The truth gets twisted, sharp.

It’s barbed like wire.

Used as a weapon.

Held so tightly, it scars.

But the truth has never changed,

not really.

It’s only what you’re convinced to believe in.

And for most people, truth

is so unforgiving,

whatever you say

they’ll hear without listening.