Am I right? Of course I am.
I know what you want. You want ecstasy, desire & dreams.
Things not exactly what they seem. I lead you this way, he pulls that way.
I'm not singing to an imaginary girl. I'm talking to you, My self.
Let's recreate the world. The palace of conception is burning. Look. See it burn. Bask in the white hot coals.
You're too young to be old. You don't need to be told
You want to see things as they are. You know exactly what I do... Everything
