I have to believe what my eyes tell me
Filthering out the truth
Distorted pictures meet my mind
Find out where distortion hides

Addicted to my senses
The gift is the chains
My view is just an extract
I never saw the whole

I have the right to know

What I touch and what I see
Maybe different from each other
I have to be aware of what I feel
To be aware of what is real

May it awake soon, my it awake

I have the right to know

All my judgement maybe wrong
It's me in a cage
There has to be a change
There's gonna to be a change

Swallow my impressions
Trust them like a blind man
Chosen ways of which I thought
Would lead my to eternal pleasure

May it awake soon, may it awake

Can I afford reality?
Can I stand reality?