Testo di The Truth

I can't echo the same sentiment when I'm surrounded by hypocrites And I march right along with them. While tattooed at the back of my head, of my head Is "Leader" All my fears have such strength that Sampson and Hercules could not conquer them Why should I show my scars to them, when they haven't even healed? And I know that these whispers will turn into screams But are we getting any better? Are we swimming in the shallow end? Are we searching for that garden lost? When the truth has been right under our nose the whole time. Am I singing to myself? I don't know know Do you even have ears to hear? I don't know know… Are we getting any better? While the truth has been right under our nose the whole time.