I was told to walk the straight path but I have become aware of its explicit curves where the violent science of reason wallows I was wrong, so wrong, this changes everything But I have become aware of its explicit curves yet all I can confront is my inconvenient truth I was wrong, so wrong, this changes everything my mind has become a terrible thing to taste Yet all I can confront is my inconvenient truth like a weak man seized by rage my mind has become a terrible thing to taste this small turn has changed into a dead end Like a weak man seized by rage I will throw myself and clutch my eyes this small turn has changed into a dead end so this is how it feels to be free
