Everyone's a critic, opinions are for free The only one that matters is the one that belongs to me I used to be gullible, innocent, naïve All the things I've seen and heard I can't believe Lies, I hear everyday Lies, I don't know what to say Go away Narrow minded, jaded, get too loud a voice Freedom of the press and the freedom of choice I used to be a believer in what I'd seen and read I wish I knew the real truth, not the bullshit been fed The innocent stay uninformed, go on what they've heard Take belief in anything, no matter how absurd Lambs to the slaughter, victims of crime Caught in a paper jungle til the end of time