It doesn’t matter what I say Nobody listens anyway The irony is never lost on me That the truth they’re blind to is a clear as day

I hate being right When the day turns to blight I could say I told you so but it’s no delight I hate being right

Sometimes I wish I couldn’t see How the pieces fit in assembly But were I a stone, I’d still be alone Cursed with this gift of prophecy

I hate being right When the dark takes the light The last chance for redemption is out of sight God I hate being right

I am ever-shooting, I am loud and clear But you go what you wanted It’s falling on deaf ears

I hate being right When all hope takes flight It’s all so simple, no real insight I hate being right

I hate being right When the day turns to blight I could say I told you so but it’s no delight I hate being right

Every day the doom is drawing near Warnings of destruction Falling on deaf ears