Why is everybody running from the truth?
Why does everybody always trust their muse?
You’ve gotta take this, take that, gimme some more
Pay this, pay that, what’s it all for?
Why is everybody running from the truth?
This grand illusion army runs my mind
Who would I be without it stealing my light?
It’s a disease
Your words are eloquent they border on abuse
The rust is evident your grip is growing loose
You like to play this, play that, pay me some more
Break this, break that
What’s it all for?
Your words are eloquent they border on abuse
This grand illusion army runs my mind
Who would I be without it stealing my light?
It’s a disease of torment
I cannot hide
Who would I be without it hanging on?
I’m longing to just be alone
This grand illusion army runs my mind
Who would I be without it stealing my light?
It’s a disease
It’s a disease of torment to just be alone
I’m longing to just be alone
I’m longing to just be alone
