(R. RiceP. Hyrka)

in the harsh light of reality

we wear our shades or we close our eyes

trip over our morality

pick up ourselves with our little white lies

indulge in our brutalities

though it's ourselves we come to despise

in the hard light of reality

but i can see how we can be so fantasy dependent

we don't sleep so easily

if we can't dream of innocence

we wish for immortality

while making sure that it'll never happen

count up all the fatalities

and judge their values by the flags they're flapping

our fake spirituality

is pretty shabby in its silver wrapping

in the harsh light of reality

but i can see how we can be so fantasy dependent

we don't sleep so easily

if we can't dream of innocence

in the harsh light of reality

our progress often seems like mere destruction

so much for rationality

as long as we are keeping up production

we fail to grasp the actualities

our problems really are our own construction

in the harsh light of reality

but i can see how we can be so fantasy dependent

we don't sleep so easily

if we can't dream of innocence