Spare me
Don't premeditate answers
Learned expressions, and dances
All I want
Is for you to be real
Then I see you, surreal
Like this dog
And for real to trust me
So surreal can flow
Don't you know?
Real's only the surface
A reflection, no purpose
Half a ten
In the pathways of fusion
All you see is confusion
And dead dogs
People missing themselves
Crying out of their wells
Then she yells
Oh, everyone dies
And is out of their minds!
Try again
If I give you my 90
Will you free her from ten?
'No' again
There's this girl that I know
But her face is a blur
She won't grow
My idea to free her
Is as good as you see her
Lost for real
She is dying, don't kill her
She's extinct
F*ck you real
She's a ghost
All your twists and pretenses
And confusions and mist
Don't exist
Tried to give you a sign
You were so out of line
She is mine
You reign your domain
Over trusting your brain
Ten remain
But without the 90
Soon we lose our ten
And our mind
Then the world weighs a ton
No daughter, no son
And she's gone
In the pathways of fusion
Smoke and mirrors, delusions,
Where's the rest?
Without the 90
Where's the rest of your ten?
Look inside
Look again
Look inside
Cuz without surreal
There is nothing to heal
What is left?
All that's is left is to witness
Our mom's and dad's sickness
And their fogs, analogs, monologues
And dead dogs
Their fogs, analogs, monologues
And dead dogs
Hurry up
Slow down your mind
She's harder to find
By the day
Slow down your mind
She's harder to find
Every day
Slow down your mind
She's harder to find
Every day
Slow down your mind.