clicheguevara

I am the owner to all of the answers
To all the questions that are never asked
People just believe whatever they're told
And never even think to debate the past
They take everything they see or hear at face value
But don't judge the value of the fact they take it from

Oh, if you only knew the lies you're being fed
You wouldn't be able to eat for weeks
Question all of which you think you know
And dispute all of which you don't

History is written by those who can write
But if a man is unable to do so
His story gets labelled as pseudo
If it even gets mentioned at all

Then again, I could be making this up
Just feeding you some more lies
Hoping that you'll never know the truth
And you'll always be in a state of perplexity
So I ask you to ask yourself one thing
Is this my confession, or is it mere confusion?