Trying to get a grip on this fake reality
I’m hiding inside my own world
Where I can set the pace
Maybe I forgot how
Life used to be outside
These voices in my ear
Built walls around my head
And they’re made out of brick
And there’s no way out
Can’t hear you clearly
It’s like a prison
But it feels fine
I’m too busy to listen
Ignorance
You don’t need to understand
No voices will be heard
Hanging from wall to wall
On this fake reality
Still hiding inside my own world
Where I can set the pace
Can’t you see?
Your words mean nothing to me
Why is it so hard to let it go?
These voices in my ear
Built walls around my head
And they’re made out of brick
And there’s no way out
Can’t hear you clearly
It’s like a prison
But it feels fine
I’m too busy to listen
Ignorance
You don’t need to understand
Cause ignorance is bliss
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