All the talking heads on the TV shows
Smugly claim that they all know
The answers
They make heroes out of sinners
And they make losers into winners
With no shame
They dance around the truth and fight
Against the things we know are right
They stumble blindly in the dark
Not looking for the light
As arrogance becomes the king
I look for almost anything
That'll prove to me that someone's in control, but
I'm looking for the real world
In this cruel world we're living in
And I'm looking for some signs of life
In this graveyard we're passing through
While I sit and bide my time
Thinking up a clever rhyme
To entertain you
The wide road gets wider
'Cause no one stands up as a fighter
For what's right
We try our best to just "get along"
With everything we know is wrong
We tolerate their dancing
As we sing our little songs
We compromise the truth we know
In exchange for a way to show
The world that we're
Not so different at all, but
I'm looking for the real world
In this cruel world we're living in
And I'm looking for some signs of life
In this graveyard we're passing through
But this is not the real world at all
No, none of this is real
What will I tell my children when they're asking for the truth?
Will they believe my answers when they can't see any proof?
Will they see this world we're living in and know that it's a lie?
Will they see what I've done and wonder why?
I'm looking for the real world
In this cruel world we're living in
And I'm looking for some signs of life
In this graveyard we're passing through
But this is not the real world at all