Poem, unused, preserved, on prescription paper,
Moral pauper, a leper, indiscriminate interpreter
well you pad your bubble with floral friends, idealogical idiots
do you know what you do have you heard what theyre saying
Have you seen what you are wearing?

You found your fond blindness
You found your fond blindness
You found your fond blindness
You found your fond blindness

You talked to God, you denounced self pride,
you preached about being dignified
You never wrote that book, you never found that cure,
You never marched onto the presidents lawn,
And the home you dug
The home you dug
I see that its left you a little smug
And the portrait of you as a young man
Is sullied with a bright red price tag

You found your fond blindness
You found your fond blindness
You found your fond blindness
You found your fond blindness

I want to know, I want to know, I want to know, how you got like that
I want to know, I want to know, I want to know, how you got like that
I want to know, I want to know, I want to know, how you got like that
I want to know, I want to know, I want to know, how you got like that

You found your fond blindness
You found your fond blindness
You found your fond blindness
You found your fond blindness

(lyrics by John Cho)