I had always thought
There was only one past
One truth to history
Until the day when my one lane
Was intercepted by a crossroad in disguise
The past was glory
A reckoning of all that was good

Presented before more
An alternate reality
Subjective becomes objective, becomes horrective

Completely oblivious
Marching through the motions of life
Believing in the singularity of truth
Confronted by the parallel universe
It's always existed in our fucking minds

The wrong past
Lives in parallel with the right
The eye of the beholder
Dictating passage through time

The wrong past
Blinded we are
By the confines of experience
Confronts the wrong past
The wrong past

The past was glory
A reckoning of all that was good
Presented before more
An alternate reality
Subjective becomes objective, becomes horrective

The wrong past
Lives in parallel with the right
The eye of the beholder
Dictating passage through time