What were we fighting for?
A simple view obscured
It's out of our control
I'll whisper then I'll shout
There's comfort in my name
It's something never owned
Lies numb beneath the waves
Of what we have been told

Black is closer to white
Than it has ever been
I guess you must be right
When two and two is five
I never said a word
How could you lie to me?
I guess you must be right
Perception management

A rainbow redesigned
In subtle shades of grey
Tomorrow seldom shines
So sing for yesterday
There's comfort in the hope
That something can be gained
From loosening the ropes
And breaking down the chains

Black is closer to white
Than it has ever been
I guess you must be right
When two and two is five
I never said a word
How could you lie to me?
I guess you must be right
Perception management