Solipsism کے بول

Told me that I'm part of your dream My superior knowledge is an illusion Take it to its logical conclusion; Who was at work when I let you down? I'm no ghost-white around your yolk-mind How many adherents stand behind your conviction? How many adherents can of this belief be right? We've got a million people believing the same But all feeling lonely in a selfish game I'm no flesh of your imagination You're the master of a world you do not master A fantasy and a useless scheme Take it to its logical conclusion; Why does it hurt you to find that you hurt me? C'mon man, I tell you to get real! If you close your eyes and move your hand Towards the wall before you Like a strike of the unexpected You know you're gonna touch it, but you don't know when 1st verse: I'm no flesh of your imagination I tell you to get real