Recreating
I see things, I don't believe in.
And I feel things, I can't percieve.
Reality, comes quite immune to me.
While I recreate with my mind.
Don't touch my hand. Or speak words to me.
Any conversation would irritate me.
Sanity, comes quite immune to me.
While I recreate with my mind.
You'll see things, you don't believe in.
And you'll feel things, you can't percieve.
Shut the doors, and draw the blinds.