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