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[i]Oh, I’ve screamed through the sun-lit horror show;
the irrefutable witnesses of nothing to attest.
Is it all such a silly dream,
when we dine and feast on petty things?
Oh, I’ve whispered through the moon-lit ghost dance;
where no man should speak a word of senseless thought.
Is it all such a reality,
when we gasp and grasp our own imagination?
So drowned inside the illusion,
with no escape from the delusion.
Into a misconceived reality,
they’ve been waiting for you and me,
on the other side of the room.[/i]
Muwahaha!
[i]Oh, now we’ve seen who they are;
dancing away in their dainty glee.
What reality is this,
when people believe what they cannot perceive?
Oh, now we’ve seen the place;
crowded away off to the side.
What reality is this,
when people jump on board for a doom ride?
So drowned inside the illusion,
with no escape from the delusion.
Into a misconceived reality,
they’ve been waiting for you and me,
on the other side of the room.[/i]
Muwahaha!