Precious hours of the days spent
Thinking about a nuisance
The sea of the screens they let me vent
But I know I must repent
They say I'm free but I've lost it
They took my mind and they tossed it
Ever since I see things
A faded world I do cling
Viscous cycles of our time
Make us prisoners of our own minds
The Images We Construct
Maybe they're real
But maybe they're not
It's not real but I think it is
It's not real but I think it is
It's not real but I think it is
But I think it is
But I think it is
Slaves to our perceptions
Overflowing deceptions
I've got failed conceptions
I won't explain my intentions
This fallen world constricts me
I'm trapped in a sea of dead weeds
I don't have any answers
All I see are disasters
Viscous cycles of our time
Make us prisoners of our own minds
The Images We Construct
Maybe they're real
But maybe they're not
It's not real but I think it is
It's not real but I think it is
It's not real but I think it is
But I think it is
But I think it is
Viscous cycles of our time
Make us prisoners of our own minds
The Images We Construct
Maybe they're real
But maybe they're not
It's not real but I think it is
It's not real but I think it is
It's not real but I think it is
But I think it is
But I think it is