Feedback Loop

I've a story I must tell you. It's about the bad old days
Before the revelation came and I learned to change my ways
I was, by any sound assessment, ready for a riot
Occasioned by perplexity and a sprinkling of disquiet
But there you are – that's what I was; touchy and ill-disposed
I saw the light one stormy night when the reason was exposed

I considered myself rounded in a twisted kind of way
I think I even tempted you to become my protégé?
I never thought too much of Jung or even of Sigmund Freud
Neither could explain my being constantly annoyed!
And then, that night, so much came clear and in one bound I escaped
As lightning flashed and I realised how my thoughts were being shaped

I believed what I was reading
Only read what I believed
I believed what I was hearing
Only heard what I believed
I believed what I was seeing
Only saw what I believed
And it all made me so bitter in the end

The noises circling in my head were attempting to regroup
Caught in an echo chamber's never-ending feedback loop
My brain was feeling hollowed-out, at the same time, over-full
Think of it like a thunderstorm bouncing round inside your skull!
Something – I wasn't quite sure what – needed bearding, face-to-face
Then came that moment, thankfully, everything fell into place

I can't believe it took so long for the pennies all to drop
I guess we have the choice to swim, or to drown in agitprop
Whichever way, I'm pleased to say this is something you'll avoid
And maybe without checking in with guys like Jung or Freud!
At least, for me, the point's been made and I'm getting straightened out
And this – I'll say it one more time – is what the whole damn thing's about

I believed what I was reading
Only read what I believed
I believed what I was hearing
Only heard what I believed
I believed what I was seeing
Only saw what I believed
And it all made me so bitter in the end

It made me so bitter in the end