Chorus:
You speak more than you think
And think less than anyone believes

Inert futility
This numbing paradox that screams
Where is sympathy

You spat in the face of opportunity
Then with bold audacity
Pointed the finger right at me.


The coward in you runs
So spineless afraid of all you see

Infant stupidity
Concealing shallowness to hide
Lost in apathy

Or left in the dust of mediocrity
Faced with cold reality
Another slave to cast away.


Now wonder why
As you reach for the sky

On a wave of your own self importance you ride
Beg for forgiveness to those that you scorn
The all seeing I has you down to the core.

To the core

Chorus


Pointed the finger right at me


Now wonder why...