Lyrics
Now listen close, 'cause there's a fine line drawn in the sand
Between a thought you're voicing and a truth you demand
You got a feeling, a hunch, a little whisper in your head
That's just an opinion, darling, not a word God said
But some folks out here, they mistake their internal sigh
For a gospel decree, a reason not to try
To question, to ponder, to actually concede
That their personal narrative ain't a universal creed
Oh, the audacity, the unmitigated gall
To shout your little viewpoint and expect the world to fall
In line with your conviction, your baseless decree
Thinking your gut feeling's etched for all eternity
It's not a truth, it's a guess, a preference, a taste
But you package it as dogma, no moment gone to waste
In cementing your perspective, with a self-assured grin
Mistaking your own echo for where all wisdom's been
You hear a talking head, or read a snippet online
And suddenly, that headline becomes uniquely yours, it's divine
No need for cross-referencing, no critical thought required
Just absorb and regurgitate, with zeal so deeply fired
The"I feel" morphs to"It is" with a flick of the verbal wrist
A casual observation becomes a fact that can't be missed
And anyone who dares to challenge, or subtly disagree
Is suddenly a heretic, for all the world to see
Oh, the audacity, the unmitigated gall
To shout your little viewpoint and expect the world to fall
In line with your conviction, your baseless decree
Thinking your gut feeling's etched for all eternity
It's not a truth, it's a guess, a preference, a taste
But you package it as dogma, no moment gone to waste
In cementing your perspective, with a self-assured grin
Mistaking your own echo for where all wisdom's been
There's a humility in saying"This is what I think is true"
But some prefer the pulpit, a grander, bolder view
Where their personal lens is the only lens to wear
And dissent is just a nuisance, polluting the pristine air
Of their self-appointed wisdom, so pure and so profound