In the realm of thoughts, where truth and fable dance
Lies an old memory about a cold romance
Intact or slurred, intertwined and discreet
Inseparable threads of my cosmic sheets
Facts, like sturdy pillars, stand suspect
Anchored in reality, dispelling any defects
In the rigor mortis of death
A velvet tapestry, soaks up my mess
Fiction, on the other hand, aligns with treason
Beyond the confines of reason
So resolute to choose a damn season
Into the night, ethereal and bright
Painting the visions of her sweet delusions
Delights believed, drawn out to conclusions
I've waited so long
I no longer believe your confusions
Is there a line between them?
Is it etched in stone?
Or does it blur, like boundaries overgrown?
Perception plays its role, casting a spell
As we navigate this realm
Where facts and fiction dwell
Where facts and fiction dwell (dwell)
In the crucible of doubt, I forgot your name
Honest to God, don't you shift the blame
I'll just wait for fate to show its face
Then just wait out my faith
Myths and tales, they echo in my gaze
Woven deep in a disgusting way
I found heaven in hell, that's just my play
Pa a lua e de volta você tem toda a fé
Espouse the delicate balance of space
Her fiction's feeble stroke will slowly fade
For the child's sake of imagination
We find a richness that fuels our disintegration
How?
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In the realm of thoughts, where truth and fable dance
Lies an old memory about a cold romance
Intact or slurred, intertwined and discreet
Inseparable threads of my cosmic sheets
Facts, like sturdy pillars, stand suspect
Anchored in reality, dispelling any defects
In the rigor mortis of death
A velvet tapestry, soaks up my mess
Fiction, on the other hand, aligns with treason
Beyond the confines of reason
So resolute to choose a damn season
Into the night, ethereal and bright
Painting the visions of her sweet delusions
Delights believed, drawn out to conclusions
I've waited so long
I no longer believe your confusions
Is there a line between them?
Is it etched in stone?
Or does it blur, like boundaries overgrown?
Perception plays its role, casting a spell
As we navigate this realm
Where facts and fiction dwell
Where facts and fiction dwell (dwell)
In the crucible of doubt, I forgot your name
Honest to God, don't you shift the blame
I'll just wait for fate to show its face
Then just wait out my faith
Myths and tales, they echo in my gaze
Woven deep in a disgusting way
I found heaven in hell, that's just my play
Pa a lua e de volta você tem toda a fé
Espouse the delicate balance of space
Her fiction's feeble stroke will slowly fade
For the child's sake of imagination
We find a richness that fuels our disintegration
How?
Lies an old memory about a cold romance
Intact or slurred, intertwined and discreet
Inseparable threads of my cosmic sheets
Facts, like sturdy pillars, stand suspect
Anchored in reality, dispelling any defects
In the rigor mortis of death
A velvet tapestry, soaks up my mess
Fiction, on the other hand, aligns with treason
Beyond the confines of reason
So resolute to choose a damn season
Into the night, ethereal and bright
Painting the visions of her sweet delusions
Delights believed, drawn out to conclusions
I've waited so long
I no longer believe your confusions
Is there a line between them?
Is it etched in stone?
Or does it blur, like boundaries overgrown?
Perception plays its role, casting a spell
As we navigate this realm
Where facts and fiction dwell
Where facts and fiction dwell (dwell)
In the crucible of doubt, I forgot your name
Honest to God, don't you shift the blame
I'll just wait for fate to show its face
Then just wait out my faith
Myths and tales, they echo in my gaze
Woven deep in a disgusting way
I found heaven in hell, that's just my play
Pa a lua e de volta você tem toda a fé
Espouse the delicate balance of space
Her fiction's feeble stroke will slowly fade
For the child's sake of imagination
We find a richness that fuels our disintegration
How?
Writer: Evan Mizell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid