I hate to be the one to tell you that you're lost And you can't see the power of yourself you've relinquished It's a shame how you stray and throw consciousness away And shoot up another vein with social confirmation A giant finger in your eye, your thoughts die without a cry As you fail to see your master decompose your mind That's O.K., by the way, they like it that way Because they'll never need an answer to what you never say And we're pickin up the pieces and the pieces (are) falling down The many dreams you see will help you shape your reality Wisdom will replace the need as you walk the path of honesty My mind is clear, I know, Such things I see, I know Can't you see that our lives are steeped in destiny What it means to be free The color of your fate is yours to see The shade you choose can set you free And we're pickin up the pieces and the pieces (are) falling down