[Verse 1] He sets the table in the quad, a sign propped up just so "I'll hear your best, come change my mind", he's ready to face his foe He's rehearsed a hundred hours, found the easiest of stands Every kid who takes the seat is fighting exactly where he planned [Chorus 1] It's an open invitation with a trapdoor in the floor A question with no answer that he's willing to explore He listens very carefully for the parts he can defeat Ignores the ones that would have him in the hot seat [Verse 2] "Can someone tell me why?" she innocently asks That implied openness is actually a mask Critics honestly engage, in earnest make their case She picks the easy ones, while the hard ones get no space [Chorus 2] It's an open invitation with a trapdoor in the floor A hundred comments later and none have moved the score Each objection stands alone, quarantined from all the rest A hundred reasons given, yet none will pass her test [Bridge] Real questions show honesty, a desire to truly know But this is theater, not inquiry — just a rehearsed show The tell is there if you peek behind the curtain: There's no proof that leaves them shaken or uncertain [Chorus 3] It's an open invitation with a trapdoor in the floor A performance dressed in openness that's hollow at the core They engage with what they choose, wave the harder points away Their audience calls it victory, they don't see the foul play [Outro] Pull up a chair, they'll hear you out They've got all day, they've got no doubt There's nothing you can say or bring Will ever change a single thing
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