Two opposites, reflecting their truth
Both convinced of being right
Who is to say which one of us is in sooth
If the truth changes with every glimpse of light
Because it changes with every minute that passes
It changes with every step that you take
It's being raped, turned, and burned into ashes
And transparency turns to being opaque
We are the opposites of white
One soaking in, the other reflecting the light
Very dissimilar, but so much the same
With an absence of colour, our own truths we proclaim
The truth seems smooth and purely eternal
But the truth is raw, rough and cheap
It's being bought, dented, and bent into circles
The surface is sharp, yet endlessly deep
We are the opposites of white
One soaking in, the other reflecting the light
Very dissimilar, but so much the same
With an absence of colour, our own truths we proclaim
If I can't see what is inside of myself
If that is something sightless to my eyes
If my insecurities, the untruth do propel
Then how I am I to know, who am I?