Nathan David Clark - Which Way to Reality

Lyin' to ourselves, man what we gonna do
Which way to reality we all gon' have to choose
Lyin' to ourselves, what we gonna do
Which way to reality we all gon' have to choose
Lookin' to the stars call me hubble
Call me hubble
I just want the truth pop your bubble
Pop your bubble, bubble
Put down your guns don't want no trouble
Want no trouble
Picking up the pieces from the rubble
What rubble
Truth be told these truths we hold to be self-evident
No longer seem to hold a sway it don't make any sense
Self-delusion's on the rise, self-reflection's in decline
Meanwhile, those in power pull scales of deceit right o'er our eyes
There's a truth seeping through if only we would choose to see
Instead, we call it on our own and we call it destiny
Standing at the crossroad the signs are plain to see
But all I want to know is which way to reality
Lyin' to ourselves, man what we gonna do
Which way to reality we all gon' have to choose
Lyin' to ourselves, what we gonna do
Which way to reality we all gon' have to choose
Lookin' to the stars call me hubble
Call me hubble
I just want the truth pop your bubble
Pop your bubble, bubble
Put down your guns don't want no trouble
Want no trouble
Picking up the pieces from the rubble
What rubble
Wake up in the morning and I want to see the light
But the lies are way too bright and I don't even know what's right
Longing for the truth I know we can't give up the fight
Cause these motherfuckers always trynna go and blur our sight
Wrapped up in their minds they really thing they know what's right
That their on the side of truth that's why they put up such a fight
But they never stop and wonder if they've left the path of light
So deeper on they go until they lost their own true sight
Lyin' to ourselves, man what we gonna do
Which way to reality we all gon' have to choose
Lyin' to ourselves, what we gonna do
Which way to reality we all gon' have to choose
Lyin' to ourselves, man what we gonna do
Which way to reality we all gon' have to choose
Lyin' to ourselves, what we gonna do
Which way to reality we all gon' have to choose
Lookin' to the stars call me hubble
Call me hubble
I just want the truth pop your bubble
Pop your bubble, bubble
Put down your guns don't want no trouble
Want no trouble
Picking up the pieces from the rubble
What rubble

Written by:
Nathan Clark

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