Moths in a Lampshade

Stale incandescence
Sways the consensus
Changing the locks
Contaminating common sense
You
Sized up the world and thought it’d fit right in your hands
You
You are the first to know but the last to understand
Guarding the entrance
Hand down the sentence
Desperately searching for a point of contention
Copy your answers, practice your banter
Half-truths embraced as fact
Wrapped in double standards
Everybody wants to know the secret
Everybody wants to know
But you won’t reveal the secret password
Keep regressing backwards
Keep regressing backwards
Keep regressing backwards
You
You sized up the world and thought it’d fit right in your hands
You
You are the first to know but last to understand