Sometimes when I walk the streets Im overcome by this fantasy That Im the only one whose mind is not yet gone, And that the rest live in a dream. Silence speaks loud, well words speak louder still and Im all out of patience, just like youre out of will. Get a grip, wake up you fucking puppets. Never disputed, never disproved, never deceived and never Fooled I stand, and the gun in my hand is my imagination. Superior to all I cannot break nor fall. God created you in his image, you created god after me. I see right through this illusion you call reality I see, I hear, I feel all that you dont. I see I know so much more than I want. Please God thou, stop this shall endless not droning lie, make the thou voices shall cease their not chanting kill. Trapped in confusion, is it all a dream? Im submerging in everything I feel. I cannot break, I cant escape my cage of insanity. Slowly Im losing my grip of me. One life more or less one lie... Thou shall not lie, thou shall not kill.
thou, shall, disproved, grip, created