Texty: Poets of the Fall. Signs of Life. Illusion And Dream.

Look in my eyes I'll make you see, we're drifting aimlessly
Blind in a world of make believe
Hear them sing their songs off key 'n' nod like they agree
Buying the need to be discreet

I've got no hand in matters worldly, I hardly care at all
What's going on fails to concern me
'Cause I'm locked behind my wall
But you know what drives me out, out of my mind oh

It's whatever makes you see, makes you believe
And forget about the premonition you need to conceive
The images they sell are illusion and dream
In other words dishonesty

If I speak ill please, humor me
Won't rant on endlessly
Just thought I'd try to make you see

It doesn't solve a thing to dress it, in a pretty gown
A stone will not need you to guess if you're still going to drown
So you know what drives me out
Out of my mind, oh

It's whatever makes you see, makes you believe
And forget about the premonition you need to conceive
The images they sell are illusion and dream
In other words dishonesty

So can you name your demon? Understand it's scheming
I raise my glass and say, "Here's to you"
Can you chase your demon? Or will it take your freedom?
I raise my class and say, "Here's to you"

I've got no hand in matters worldly, I hardly care at all
What's going on fails to concern me
'Cause I'm locked behind my wall
But you know what drives me out, out of my mind oh

It's whatever makes you see, makes you believe
And forget about the premonition you need to conceive
That the images they sell are illusion and dream
In other words dishonesty

So whatever makes you see, makes you believe
And forget about the premonition you need to conceive
The images they sell are illusion and dream
In other words dishonesty

With silence comes peace
With peace comes freedom
With freedom comes silence