Testo di The Illusion

Is just to keep talking enough? Knowledge is a point of view So, what is a lie? So, what is The Real? There is no true way to know All through your life you are told To know many things and believe That all that you touch You hear, see and feel Belongs to your knowledge bill But if senses fail to realize Most manifestations we are bound to Some things we think we know Others we can’t even think of But, in despite of us, do exist Try to think of a world of newborn facts Forms, beings, perceptions we can’t feel Lateral borderline The ocean of Light renewed To which we are far from, being in We live an illusion, you know The one we call reality Sometimes we are sad Sometimes we can cheer And return to our status quo Then we are bought and we’re sold We amuse ourselves not to think There’s no real lore There’s no real thing Maybe even yourself don’t exist Maybe even yourself don’t exist