walking contradiction

I am a walking contradiction
I am dying and breathing alive
I am breathing in the friction
Of the war on my mouth and my mind
I am freedom and I am restriction
I speak the truth yet I act out a lie
Please forgive my intuition
If my actions should fall out of line

I am a walking contradiction
My head is full of confliction
Like an old town superstition made new
All the facts are fiction
It's the very definition
Of an old town superstition come true

My world is so upset
I'm trying to find a solution
But these words are indirect
To avoid adding to the confusion
It's politically incorrect
To seek some sort of peaceful conclusion
So if I might've caused offense
In my defense, I never sought to cause intrusion

I am a walking contradiction
My head is full of confliction
Like an old town superstition made new
All the facts are fiction
It's the very definition
Of an old town superstition come true

So is this my final conviction?
To be forever caught frozen in time?
To be stuck with this affliction?
To be tried, guilty of every crime?
But maybe there's more to this condition
Than the surface allows us to see
So maybe there's hope in the friction
And an answer to find beneath

I am a walking contradiction
My head is full of confliction
Like an old town superstition made new
All the facts are fiction
It's the very definition
Of an old town superstition come true