It appears one way
Yet goes the other way
It knows your name
Yet the constant is the same
It’s an absolute lie
It’s an utter disgrace
This is the world you tell me to embrace
Let’s slow it down
Look at the town
Is this what you remember
On this early morning in November?
Deceived
In this life I plead for mercy
Mercy
Mercy
Oh crying for redemption
Deceived
In this life I make a prediction
The forecast calls for widespread superstition