Fact and Friction - The Nearly Deads

When you’ve wandered around so long you can’t come back down

Now you’re forgetting how to keep your feet on the ground

Tried to fade away but the only truth I found

I see through my crossed eyes, these hands are bound

Don’t you see, it’s all me?

Creating the fact and the friction

The human condition, against your tradition

Here’s my prediction:

I believe what’s in front of me

My premonition:

You’re just a little naive

Let go of what you think you know

If you could only see my prediction:

I believe what’s in front of me

And you can’t fake that kind of reality

Twenty years of working hard just to lose it all

Who’d have known I could get this high but still feel so small

Pardon my mistakes, the ones you never saw

Admit you missed it all, you made me fall

Don’t you see, it’s all me?

Creating the fact and the friction

The human condition, against your tradition

Here’s my prediction:

I believe what’s in front of me

My premonition:

You’re just a little naive

Let go of what you think you know

If you could only see my prediction:

I believe what’s in front of me

And you can’t fake that kind of reality

Don’t you see, it’s all me?

Here’s my prediction:

I believe what’s in front of me

My premonition:

You’re just a little naive

Let go of what you think you know

If you could only see my prediction:

I believe what’s in front of me

And you can’t fake that kind of reality