So go for your ghosts, or free the birds
Do what you gotta do, you can't unspeak your words
There's a demon inside of you and he's haunting your dreams
This portrait before you just is not what it seems
A figment of imagination, a fragment of imitation
Imitation flavored life, what is real, what is real?
A splice in reality, A pinch in security
A dime in your pocket in the hole in your knees
Take a shot of intoxication, a momentary mind vacation
Is this what you wanted, is this what you need?
A need of physical connection to tell you you're ok
A moment of affection to make it through the day
You're lost, you're blind, now tell me can you see
Now tell me is this what you wanted in a memory