A simple contradiction that echoes in my mind
We don’t know what we’re missing but its what we’re trying to find
I fall into submission cause the frequency is just right
And I just sit and listen cause talking makes me blind

There’s nothing wrong with being right it’s a beautiful disease

We give we take but everything we are remains the same to me
We feel we think we breath
We live we love but we are not above the world we see and hear
Adjust your frequency

The perfect confrontation ends without a fight
And we worry about the outcome but it will all be fine

There’s nothing right with being wrong it’s a beautiful disease

The truth can be disguised if you don’t believe
It’s underneath the lies repeating endlessly