Why are some things so hard to picture, Is this the road that every lost soul wanders? This drip of poison always finds its way into the mixture, I sit here on the edge of the earth and ponder. Is there something else, or is it all hallucination? Is the truth out there, or trapped in my imagination? This world bleeds in all its intensity, You can’t save what’s already been broken. I should’ve known from the lack of sensitivity— Am I crazy, or is it the things I’ve been smoking? Everything here is just your imagination… Imagination… It’s all just a finger‑painted drawing, No real meaning hiding behind it. The universe feels like it’s in mourning, Everything falls into the darkness of the pit. There’s no actual answers, only dancers in the shadows, Questions turning into monsters in the gallows. This world bleeds in all its intensity, You can’t save what’s already been broken. I should’ve known from the lack of sensitivity— Am I crazy, or is it the things I’ve been smoking? Everything here is just your imagination… Imagination… The distortion between reality and dreams is thin, We’re paying the price for every deadly sin. Rules of engagement blurred beyond repair, You scream into the void, but nobody’s there. This world bleeds in all its intensity, You can’t save what’s already been broken. I should’ve known from the lack of sensitivity— Am I crazy, or is it the things I’ve been smoking? Everything here is just your imagination… Imagination… Imagination…
