My Curse

Too many questions
But no one seems to know
The value of the answers
Too many fingers
And they're pointed back at me
Is it because I was the one
Who pointed mine first?

One who pointed mine first
(It's self-defense, I point the finger)
(Pull the trigger, only makes it worse)
One who pointed mine first
The one who pointed mine first
(It's self-defense, I point the finger)

I see a problem but maybe it's part of me
Excuses without reasons
I have a conscience aspiring to be
Something more than a thought
That's burning deep inside of me

Burning deep inside
(It's self-defense, I point the finger)
(Pull the trigger, only makes it worse)
Burning deep inside of me
Burning deep inside
(It's self-defense, I point the finger)

I see a doorway and I fumble for the key
How many turns until it opens?
And what will it reveal?
I'm at the center, or is it the left of me?
Where will it open? Yeah

On the surface, a smile evades the truth
Words are even cheaper
I ask for something impossible to give
And sit back and watch it all burn

(It's self-defense, I point the finger)
(Pull the trigger, only makes it worse)
Watch it all burn
(It's self-defense, I point the finger)
And I'm pointing it at you

You