Imaginary_Pieces of Me Too

We could be the pages of a book

Written by the hands of time

Only to be erased and replaced

At the will of our faceless god

How do you know that the sea is blue

If you have never been?

How do you know if the ocean is really there

If you have never been?

We could be the troupe of a reality show

Running about and acting out

For whom we unknowingly toll

Degrading ourselves and we don’t even know

How do you know the ancients were there

If you have never visited the past?

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It could all be a lie

Concocted of misinformation for you and I

Chorus: We could be trapped in our insanity

A world made for you and me

A world full of each other’s dreams

We the living is dead

And all of the newborn children

Have already died

We could be trapped in our insanity

Lost in a labyrinth of hollow souls

Struggling in this endless maze

Being the subjects of a playwright’s stage

And we don’t even know

We don’t knooooow

We don’t knooooow...

How could you know what is lie and truth

If it’s already decided for you?

How could you know the time

If we have all been here before?

How could you answer this hypothesis

If the answer was somewhere hidden in me and you?

We could all be the subjects of a child’s dreams

A merry-go-round in their miserable stage of growth

You can be the circus clown and I can be the humble oaf

We will eventually fade out

When the child has reached its adult growth

Chorus: We could be...

We could be all imaginary

Existing in someone’s twisted fairytale

Forced to toll in this endless hell

We could be prisoners of each other

A mingle of endless color

Without a shade

But we don’t even want to be free

To be freeee

Chorus: We could be...

Have you been here before?