Failures and fakes, and those who don’t get their way, all seem to have excuses for how they think.
Justified, dignified, they all pledge their innocence.
And I would know, because I’m one of them

It’s through expression that we mark our understanding
Are we who we are if it’s who we appear to be?
Let me tell you friends, I’ve found out the hard way.
Imitations don’t produce originality

Don’t think I’ve escaped
I’m just as guilty because we’re all failures and fakes, and if you won’t believe it, well then I’ve seen your future. It’s not that impressive.

Excuses. We got them all.
They’re weighing us down.
We all got faults, but no one seems to be blaming themselves.
Friends, I’ve found out the hard way [bad word] free when you talk as if you’re blameless

Don’t think I’ve escaped
I’m just as guilty because we’re all failures and fakes, and if you won’t believe it, well then I’ve seen your future. It’s not that impressive.

But if you’re not willing to be reasonable then I’ll be leaving because there’s no use in trying to change the proud or heal the ungrateful.
You know better than I do that your walls are falling down and there’s no way for you to stop it.
This is no one’s fault but your own.
So [bad word] from your problems because they won’t fix themselves.
We’re all broken. We’re all so broken.
It takes a man to acknowledge his weakness.
There may only be a speck in your eye, but denial’s going to keep it there.
I know there’s a plank in my eye, but I’m willing to admit it.
You got no trouble finding sin in my eyes, but all that changes when it seems like it’s your neck on the line.