We'll be mourning this morning There is no need to complain Cos we've been ignoring this warning There is no pleasure without this pain We're drawn
I was put in a round room And told to sit in the corner While they wash my brain with a dirty rag I was given a hammer And told to build a fortress
When everyone around you seems to be a stranger You feel their eyes upon you Your hearing their thoughts As they walk away their voice grows louder Illusions illuminate While your delusions
in the name of something you can't see Continually defeat the purpose of that something creating Oh, delusions Are meant to justify, justify the things you do Oh, delusions
Take a look around, All things green and brown, Are here to stay, The people walking by, Buildings built so high, Will be gone someday, A piercing sound