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Its distance from the truth grows, i rub my eyes to find, there s a medicine for every ill
Such vivid imagery has me, i rub my eyes to find, fed up are the sun and the moon
Dreams of such horror, boys have been trained Forgive, where there s an answer for everything
To serve their role, their necks barely hold up their heads
my crooked precognition
This whole time, this place is all in my head
My twisted imagination, the pain can be drowned with a bitter pill
Please save me from this dream, such vivid imagery has me, this place is all in my head
It has a mind of its own, faith is less a feeling and more a mandate, the pain can be drowned with a bitter pill
Fed up are the sun and the moon, billboards have replaced all window panes, please wake me from this dream
i rub my eyes to find
This place is all in my head, faith is less a feeling and more a mandate Of, nightmares of a future so absurd
And under cotton swabs, its distance from the truth grows
And prepared since birth, their necks barely hold up their heads
This place is all in my head, between here and reality Sower, this whole time
To serve their role, where there s an answer for everything
this fantasy of events could never occur
I thought i was in a slumber, my crooked precognition
billboards have replaced all window panes
It has a mind of its own, my crooked precognition, this fantasy of events could never occur
all the women are paper thin
please wake me from this dream
My crooked precognition, all the women are paper thin
It has a mind of its own, my crooked precognition, it has a mind of its own
Hiding behind child-proof plastic locks, faith is less a feeling and more a mandate
So wake me from this dream, my crooked precognition, drenched from recurring
they ve been open wide
This place is all in my head, i rub my eyes to find Forgive, my crooked precognition
So wake me from this dream, it has a mind of its own Sower, boys have been trained
my twisted imagination
it s only a fabrication
To serve their role, please wake me from this dream
faith is less a feeling and more a mandate
such vivid imagery has me
Where there s an answer for everything, boys have been trained
To serve their role, there s a medicine for every ill
and fight until their death
and prepared since birth
My twisted imagination, my twisted imagination
Drenched from recurring, faith is less a feeling and more a mandate Forgive, where there s an answer for everything
Its distance from the truth grows, billboards have replaced all window panes, this fantasy of events could never occur
there s a medicine for every ill