Song | Recreating |
Artist | Sausage |
Album | Riddles Are Abound Tonight |
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. |