Band: Epica Album: Requiem for the Indifferent Title: Monopoly On Truth [Music by Isaac Delahaye, Mark Jansen, Simone Simons] [Lyrics by Mark Jansen, Simone Simons] Nos docti, pensantes Sed non semper veridici At the Zenith of wisdom No defying myself Defying myself To the point of reaction You propose and I dispose I see what you mean It's clear, what you say The truth isn't just a derivative of your views Truth is a fiction of your views These are my thoughts No discussion My righteous plan Just think it over now Another point of view It's time we realize our errs Where it is leading to if nobody sees it There's never an absolute Nos docti Sed non semper veridici I can be so enchanting With words beset in gold Beset in gold Your senseless demanding You propose and I dispose I see what you mean It's clear, what you say The truth isn't just a derivative of your views Truth is a fiction of your views This is the way No discussion In my life Just think it over now Another point of view It's time we realize our errs Where it is leading to if nobody sees it There's never an absolute You're in denial Can we trust all the facts and believe that the fancied wise are just and needed? Do we want to rely on the views of the righteous ones who are succeeding? If you look all around and you see all the Things that are not meant to be Then you know it's time to let them go Your fury can no longer stand This hauteur will come to an end Looking for leftover friends is in vain You'll be alone again No more refusal Face it, slow down It is time for renewal And expect no miracles Expect no miracles when you're In an endless fall No regrets if you're leaving You're a true deceiver Accept the here and now Or regret will end up... Mask of justice, shield of menacing strength Will not bend, only break Can't we respect, can't we neglect No respecting so neglecting Those who are suffering in need of help? Those who suffer, needing our help You are the one I wouldn't like to become You are not one I would like to become Not at all in the end Hear our calling Carry me slowly In the depths of your life Fear the thunder Free me from barren fields And grey thunder lies Semblance Falling Under that grand façade The truth loves to hide Can we trust all the facts And believe that the fancied wise Are just and needed? Do we want to rely on the views Of the righteous ones who are succeeding? If you look all around and you see All the things that are not meant to be Then you know it's time to let them go Can we trust all the facts And believe that the fancied wise Are just and needed? Do we want to rely on the views Of the righteous ones who are succeeding? If you look all around and you see All the things that are not meant to be Then you know it's time to let them go To let them go Nos docti Sed plus Scimus Non spernentes Quod dicunt alii --

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