Fable of the Times Songtext
von The Arcadian Wild

We got a foot on the pedal, running our mouth
We′re talking like our hands are dry when we've been swimming
Neck deep soakin′ up the stain of the times
Revelin' in sanctimony, blinded by the beam in our own eye
Either that or we're staring at it right in the face
And we′re choosing not to see it
That we have been conditioned to the comfort of the lie

Step one: Snap out of the fantasy
Re-evaluate reality might be a forgery
Made for fear that someday
We may face the consequences
Either that or we′ll finally bend the rest of our lives
With our backs to the way forward
We've become dependent on the poison of the lie


It′s obvious everything isn't in its right place
Do we really need a better reason to change?
We′ve still go our foot on the pedal, running our mouth
How many lives does it take to reach the center of a saint
We're desperate to hear, "You′re doin' it right"
We'll believe it just because we say it′s so

And if we say it loud enough, it can′t be wrong
With every step we drive the nail deeper in our soul
What an awful game we play
And every time we say, "I know the only way"
So bow to me, and we can all start to look the same
So bow to me, and we can all start to look the same
Oh, we have grown addicted to the power of the lie

There's a beam in our own eye
Either that or we′re staring at it right in the face
And we're choosing not to see it
We′ve been made a fool by the fable of the times
(Comfort of the lie) (Poison of the lie) (Power of the lie)
We've been made a fool by the fable of the times