Из альбома: Songs to Fan the Flames of Discontent
You knew what I was going to say
And when I didn't I did anyway, it seems
And I'll survive with self-respect intact
And you??
Every freedom needs a trust
And this trust will kill again for you
And someone else won't believe their eyes
While a thousand will believe that it's true
This trust will kill again for you
Through tales of objectivity you shake my hands
All that objectivity could break them both
'Cause whatever I say, context aside,
You got what you need
To make sure I say
What they want to read
It won't happen again
And I'll survive with self-respect intact
They're telling me that I should have known better
Well, now I know
All that objectivity
Nothing