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
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 Watch it all burn
 (It's self-defense, I point the finger)
 And I'm pointing it at you
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 You