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Unreal, a self-fulfilling prophecy
A self-perpetuating lie, that promises discipline
For those who step out of line
And act the slightest bit human
Big top illusions and magic
Are the cornerstone of everything
That's sacred and traditional
We've got front row tickets
To the hypnotism show
Filth, sleaze, degradation
(it's all part of your imagination)
Fear of an unsafe nation
(it's all part of your imagination)
Woah, it's all part of your imagination
Mental fucking masturbation
Keep us jumping at shadows
And chasing illusions
While we follow the impossible
Dreams are meant to be shattered
Broken and tattered and unattainable
Regret, guilty pleasures
Never say never
Forever and ever we burn
In this living hell
Born in the womb of taciturn
Filth, sleaze, degradation
(it's all part of your imagination)
Fear of an unsafe nation
(it's all part of your imagination)
Woah, it's all part of your imagination
Mental fucking masturbation
True obstacles forgotten, imaginary problems
True obstacles forgotten, imaginary problems
Filth, sleaze, degradation
(it's all part of your imagination)
Fear of an unsafe nation
(it's all part of your imagination)
Woah, it's all part of your imagination
Mental fucking masturbation
We live under the assumption
That the world could be obliterated
By perversion, it's illusion
It's all part of your imagination