You can open every doorway And never leave the room You can curate every fantasy And never see what's true But you already know that There's nothing left to prove So take its worth and weigh it It all amounts to nothing in the end There's a picture of a picture On every single screen On purpose accidentally On the wall of the museum But you don't need me to tell you That it doesn't mean a thing So take its worth and weigh it It all amounts to nothing in the end (E-bow solo) It's a strange interpretation All colorful and bright A forced perspective portrait Of manipulated light But you already heard that It's all a waste of time Yeah you already know that It's heavy on your mind No I don't need to tell you What's weighing on the line Because you already know that Now the only thing worth being Is impossible to be Yeah the only dream worth dreaming now Is a new reality And I hate to disappoint you But I wouldn't count on me So take it all and make it Into something worth it in the end