Sometimes when I walk the streets I'm overcome by this fantasy That I'm the only one whose mind is not yet gone, And that the rest live in a dream. Silence speaks loud, well words speak louder still and I'm all out of patience, just like you're out of will. Get a grip, wake up you fucking puppets. Never disputed, never disproved, never deceived and never Fooled I stand, and the gun in my hand is my imagination. Superior to all I cannot break nor fall.
[Chorus] God created you in his image, you created god after me. I see right through this illusion you call reality
I see, I hear, I feel all that you don't. I see I know so much more than I want. Please God (thou), stop this (shall) endless (not) droning (lie), make the (thou) voices (shall) cease their (not) chanting (kill).
Trapped in confusion, is it all a dream? I'm submerging in everything I feel. I cannot break, I can't escape my cage of insanity. Slowly I'm losing my grip of me. One life more or less; one lie...