Solipsism
(Indisponível)
Told me that I'm part of your dream
My superior knowledge is an illusion
Take it to its logical conclusion;
Who was at work when I let you down?
I'm no ghost-white around your yolk-mind
How many adherents stand behind your conviction?
How many adherents can of this belief be right?
We've got a million people believing the same
But all feeling lonely in a selfish game
I'm no flesh of your imagination
You're the master of a world you do not master
A fantasy and a useless scheme
Take it to its logical conclusion;
Why does it hurt you to find that you hurt me?
C'mon man, I tell you to get real!
If you close your eyes and move your hand
Towards the wall before you
Like a strike of the unexpected
You know you're gonna touch it, but you don't know when
1st verse:
I'm no flesh of your imagination
I tell you to get real
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