vict of his own conviction
And the lines do draw a parallel
And the lines do draw parallel
But between fact and fiction
And so the honest truth cannot hear
And nobody, nobody, nobody
Oh, nobody, nobody, nobody
Yes, he was a jack of all trades
On his final round he had been wound
The final thread, oh the final thread
And the lines do draw a parallel
Right to the source of the friction
Causing a burning affliction
nobody likes to feel power less
Oh, nobody, nobody, nobody
nobody likes to feel power less
Pursued by his emancipator
For there are just some things
that you don't fool about
And the lines do draw a parallel
Wrapped between fact and fiction
So the honest truth cannot heal
Of a blind conviction you