Assemblage 23 - Maps Of Reality

I suppose in your mind you believe you were right
That the matter doesn't rest heavy on your shoulders
But be careful of the ones you wish to indict
Blame is merely in the eye of the beholder

Perhaps the time is right to look yourself in the eye
Take inventory of the world you see around you
Look at the allegations you were quick to deny
And ask yourself if they could possibly be true

Distorted maps of reality
Are tearing us apart
Fan the flames of fallacy
And watch the truth depart
Belief is what you make of it
A creation of your own
If the outcome is unfit
Let your conscience take the blow

It's everybody else's fault besides your own
But perhaps the finger's pointing in the wrong direction
Consider that the root of all that you bemoan
Is pictured in the visage of your own reflection

I don't expect your view to change, my God, why should it?
You have yourself convinced that you can do no wrong
There's not a chance at all that you will ever admit
The cause of this is you and has been all along

Distorted maps of reality
Are tearing us apart
Fan the flames of fallacy
And watch the truth depart
Belief is what you make of it
A creation of your own
If the outcome is unfit
Let your conscience take the blow

Distorted lines become an arc become a circle
The words entwined until the very meaning is gone
The truth is something for which you can find no purpose
It's just a starting point to drape more lies upon

I wish you luck, I really do, because you'll need it
You can't avoid reality for too long
And everything collapses into waves of regret
When you finally understand that it was you who was wrong

Distorted maps of reality
Are tearing us apart
Fan the flames of fallacy
And watch the truth depart
Belief is what you make of it
A creation of your own
If the outcome is unfit
Let your conscience take the blow

The Nomad- Iron Maiden

The Nomad
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(Murray, Harris)

Like a mirage riding on the desert sand
Like a vision floating with the desert winds
Know the secret of the ancient desert lands
Your are the keeper of the mystery in your hands

Nomad, rider of the ancient east
Nomad, rider that men know the least
Nomad, where you come from no one knows
Nomad, where you go to no one tells

Undercover of the veil of your disguise
The men that fear you are the ones that you despise
No one's certain what you future will behold
You're a legend you own story will be told

Nomad, rider of the ancient east
Nomad, rider that men know the least
Nomad, where you come from no one knows
Nomad, where you go to no one tells

No one dares to even look or glance your way
Your reputation goes before you they all say
Like a spirit that can disappear at will
Many claim of things but no one's seen you kill

Nomad, you're the rider so mysterious
Nomad, you're the spirit that men fear in us
Nomad, you're the rider of the desert sands
No man's ever understood your genius

(2:56-Solo: Adrian Smith)
(3:19-Solo: Janick Gers)
(3:34-Solo: Dave Murray

Those who see you in horizon desert sun
Those who fear your reputation hide or run
You send before you a mystique that's all your own
Your silhouette is like a statue carved in stone

Evilquince's Journals

Assemblage 23 - Maps Of Reality

The Nomad- Iron Maiden