I have to believe what my eyes tell me
Filthering out the truth
Distorted pictures meet my mind
Find out where distortion hides
Addicted to my senses
The gift is the chains
My view is just an extract
I never saw the whole
I have the right to know
What I touch and what I see
Maybe different from each other
I have to be aware of what I feel
To be aware of what is real
May it awake soon, my it awake
I have the right to know
All my judgement maybe wrong
It's me in a cage
There has to be a change
There's gonna to be a change
Swallow my impressions
Trust them like a blind man
Chosen ways of which I thought
Would lead my to eternal pleasure
May it awake soon, may it awake
Can I afford reality?
Can I stand reality?