Life's Lies

What are the lies we tell ourselves?
What must we all believe?
The world is formed around the tales
Of heroes and great deeds.

The noblest thing is honour,
The lowest thing is fear,
The truest warrior fights alone,
And defends the small and dear.

The world is formed around these tales,
Yet they are all untrue.
The noblest thing is fitting in,
And lowest is being you.

The truest warrior cannot be.
Defenders there are none.
We each work on the simplest truth:
Some things cannot be done.

Woe to one who breaks the mould,
Who fights these mundane laws.
The heroes' deeds are what we feed
To minds that know no more.

Some call the thoughts naivety,
Some say they're just false hopes.
Reality takes our highest hour
And smashes them on the truth.

The heroes of old were the noblest things,
Yet we cannot become
The thing that all desire us to be:
A true, defending one.

The champions of the good and pure
Are often all just frauds.
They call their quest the freedom search
While following these laws.

The lawbreakers are the other ones,
The ones who go too far.
They seek to harm in the name of good,
Like the fools they are.

The truth is that the world is not
What we thought it to be.
The heroes of old are now dead and cold,
And all that remains is history.

The tales of the past are not of the past,
The ancient legends are lies.
Life leads us on with its promise and charm,
Until we see through its disguise.

The noble warrior of yesterday,
If here, would be outcast.
The lowest scum is with us now
And heroes in the past.