I am too practiced in deceiving myself and the others Convinced all my words Are untrue, broken, damaged Dictate our worth Finding value in hurt Imperfect I am not buying what you're selling If the product is us The product was us The product was always us Oh, precious commodity Oh, gentle night The product was always us What's worse? The unknowing? Sing it again What's worse? The chosen blind eye? What's worse? I am too practiced in deceiving myself and the others Birthing a new song from dry cracked lips Harsh and true Light and blue Somber mood Sing it again The product is us The product was always us How many times is appropriate To visit the past? We're all held accountable to ourselves We're all irresponsible in ourselves How do we determine change? And how do we keep it when we get and not let it leave us? You haven't sold me yet