Lost my shape
Trying to act casual
Can't stop
I might end up in the hospital
Changing my shape
I feel like an accident
We're back
To explain our experience

Isn't it weird
Looks too obscure to me
Wasting away
That was the policy

I'm ready to leave
I push the fact in front of me
Facts lost
Facts are never what they seem to be
Nothing there!
No information left of any kind
Lifting my head
Looking for danger signs

There was a line
There was a formula
Sharp as a knife
Facts cut a hole in us
There was a line
There was a formula
Sharp as a knife
Facts cut a hole in us

Still waiting [x8]

The feeling returns
Whenever we close our eyes
Lifting my head
Looking around inside

The island of doubt
It's like the taste of medicine
Working by hindsight
Got the message from the oxygen
Making a list
Find the cost of opportunity
Doing it right
Facts are useless in emergencies

The feeling returns
Whenever we close our eyes
Lifting my head
Looking around inside

Facts are simple and facts are straight
Facts are lazy and facts are late
Facts [bad word] with points of view
Facts don't do what I want them to
Facts just twist the [bad word] around
Facts are living turned inside out
Facts are getting the best of them
Facts are nothing on the face of things

Still waiting
Still waiting
Still waiting
Still waiting
Still waiting
Still waiting
Still waiting
Still waiting