The Hurt Process - Show Me Your Cards Lyrics

Suppose I were to realise, that two and two they don't equal five, Stop hiding now, show me your cards. Place your hands on the table, Show me what I've been dealt. You've stacked your accusations. Didn't you think I'd eventually find out. Suppose I were to realise that two and two they don't equal five. Stop hiding now, Show me your cards.Face down on the table, Legs spread on the crotch. I've found the incrimination. Now it's enough, so getoutAdmit that common sence took control. I would have found out, Take it away....don't take it away....Just take it away