| Song | Recreating |
| Artist | Sausage |
| Album | Riddles Are Abound Tonight |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I see things, I don't believe in. | |
| And I feel things, I can't percieve. | |
| Reality, comes quite immune to me. | |
| While I recreate with my mind. | |
| Don't touch my hand. Or speak words to me. | |
| Any conversation would irritate me. | |
| Sanity, comes quite immune to me. | |
| While I recreate with my mind. | |
| You'll see things, you don't believe in. | |
| And you'll feel things, you can't percieve. | |
| Shut the doors, and draw the blinds. | |
| Sit back and create, with your mind. |