The Abstract Truth

You can say anything, anything at all
And you always do, you always do
You can talk about numbers
They're all you know
Don't matter what's true

You wanna cast a spell, cast a spell
You can do anything, anything at all
You are the king, yeah you're king

You can pay off hookers to pee on the bed
If that's your thing
You wanna blow up the world, blow up the world
Don't know what's real from what is not
And when nothing's real

What have you got
Can't tell the fake from the fact
When you tell the truth in abstract

Between the light and shade there is gray
You can lose your way
Like in a fog
You can spin the wheel but the game is rigged
We service you like a tiny cog
Yes, your holy, oh yes your holy



Credits
Writer(s): Eliot Wilder
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