Fabricated


Consider that
Everything is biased in our eyes
Our creations and logic are a veiled disguise
I want you to see everything I have seen, but perspective dies as it exits our being
Our deepest thoughts and our visions they all die, as we force them out and into a language of lies
The song you now hear is nothing more than one I sing, a dream is just a dream, we can't see past what we've seen







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