I can't seem to find any timenWeak, dilated eyes, neon signsnWhen did truth become opinion?nTurn the volume down, not a soundnnAnd all the brightest lightsnthis world can offer at nightnit seems to me they justncast shadows on all of usnnCertain truths remain, blindness is not sightnAnd if none of us are wrong, none of us are rightnLook at our condition, what do you see?nWhat seems half full to you is half empty to mennAnd you should realizenall the brightest lightsnit seems to me they justncast shadows on all of usnnAll the brightest lightsnthis world can offer at nightnit seems to me they justncast shadows on all of us