My words are just like echos
Running around in your head
If you choose to listen
You hear them in your bed
That's your sanctuary
Where your dreams come alive
Everything is offered
In some sort of disguise
We have an understanding
In our imprisoned mental minds
When anything is offered
We feel destined to receive
But you better ask the giver
Where he got his seeds
Cuz you're playing with his fire boy
And you better not f*ck with me
My words are just like echos
Running around in your head
If you choose to listen
You hear them in your bed
That's your sanctuary
Where your dreams come alive
Everything is offered
In some sort of disguise
Disguise