blinded visionaries.
what is possible and what is not is nothing but a by product of your imagination.... or lack of, therefor.
eye
eye see you from a million light years away.
on this side of paradise.
on this side of paradise;
where the clocks don't work,
where the figments of your imagination merge with reality.
what is real and what is not, that depends who you ask...
it doesn't phase me when you use my name in vain behind my back.
you're just looking for a reason to tell me i've ruined you...
those dreams that you sell me come at a price.
you and i.... we are just a collection of misconceptions.
that make me.
that break me.
on this side of paradise,
borderline inferno.
worth.
you’re not worth it.
you’re not worth it to me.
you’re not worthy.
no, you’re not worth it.
and if i say it to myself for long enough, eventually i’ll start to believe it.
ascension.
keep it on the low.... how high we get.