Countenance

I only call them like I see them
I told you I don't want to know
There's a tire in the road
It's on fire and it's sad to go

What do we know?

I could take it from here now
But I get it if that's how you roll
We could tear each other down
Trying to figure out who's in control

What do we know?

The music I would have preferred
Between the hemispheres of my brain
Must sound like a broken record
Guess they're made to be broken anyway

How much further can you go
From what you know and what you just believe?
If I were here for all the right reasons
I would never have to leave

What do you need?

The needle of my conscience on
The vinyl spinning in my head
The spartan side of me is gone
I suppose I will sleep when I'm dead

You are, you are
You are what you are
You're never better
Than the weight of your words

You are, you are
You are what you are
You'll never be
So helplessly self-assured

You are, you are
You are what you are
You're never better
Than the weight of your words

You are, you are
You are what you are
You can't, you can't
You can't believe what you heard