burn the blueprint, cut the seal.
we decide what we want is real.
illusions play games with the things we see.
rhythm shakes the truth out from that hole
where she went into hiding.
far from any life in the wheel, you hear me?
i got the blueprint in my hands.
it belongs to me.
you ask for a story to put your case to reast.
this pressure in my head comes and goes like moving pieces out of place.
we decide what we want is real.
illusions play games with the things we see.
rhythm shakes the truth out from that hole
where she went into hiding.
far from any life in the wheel, you hear me?
i got the blueprint in my hands.
it belongs to me.
you ask for a story to put your case to reast.
this pressure in my head comes and goes like moving pieces out of place.