Peep Show

An inquisitive mind

Will always tune into the world beyond.

Curiously you'll find yourself

Observing it all with intrigue.

So keep a close eye

Such a detailed awareness

Helps you to feel alive...

You're always watching,

But it's only watching.

This voice so confident

And proud of chanting opinions

Stuck in his verbal crusade

Ranting an invented position

You're only ever a witness

To what you want to see

You're glorifying this misperception.

So fill your head

With what you think you understand.

My ears grow tired

Of listening to this constant recital

Lend yourself only when it suits

For this worthy cause, for this worthy cause

Feed the elevation that you so desperately, so desperately...

In all these words in which you preach

I would have thought you'd act.

But you're sitting too comfortably

In a land so distant

Watching for entertainment...

And in this voice of confidence

Too proud to admit flawed opinions

Bound to his verbal crusade

Preaching his invented position.

These tones will always

Deceive the unfamiliar

Still glorifying your misperception.

So in love with the sound of you own voice

And why? You would talk for eternity

The watcher runs

With the circles of his debate

And in the end, what's been achieved?