Vārdi:
Poets Of The Fall Illusion Dream

are illusion and dream In other words dishonesty So whatever makes you see, makes you believe And forget about the premonition you need to conceive The images they sell are illusion

me out Out of my mind It's whatever makes you see, makes you believe And forget about the premonition you need to conceive That the images they sell are illusion & dream

me out Out of my mind It's whatever makes you see, makes you believe And forget about the premonition you need to conceive That the images they sell are illusion & dream