Coinage of my brainnA bodiless creation ecstacynMadness counterpart visioning thingsnI want to believenIdealistic curenUneccessary to disclosurenA wishing world making menMad because of what I wantnTo see in realitynnTime after time I keepnQuestioning myself butnI can't understand whynThese truths, these liesnThese answers I can't find in mennA constant fantasynThis world in which I live in ecstacynAn expression to neglectionnMy oppression cause of a dreamnThat's purely meant to bennnThinking beingnRetraction of this thoughtnIs so much painnI can't understand whynMind and body lie to menWhy reality, I can't be sanenJust supervene andnMake this thought come truen(lead: Jason)nNaive understandingnPrecaution pessimistic with fearnA weakness creatingnA fault in your mindnThat is so clearnMorality preservednA creative confidence younBelieve your own wordsnResulting in assumptions fromnYour thoughts creating a madness in mennTime after time I keepnQuestioning myselfnBut I cant understandnWhy...do these truths, these liesnThese answers keep fuckin' with menn(chorus)nnUsing this part of my mindnHelps me bring into beingnA thought that's meant to benIt's something I feelnDeep inside an inexorablenFate of what's supposed to benMeant to benI let my mind take it'snStroll through imaginationnI think to myself how can InRelate to this worldnThat can't begin to understandnOf how my mind is in demandnThis world it creates is sonTruthfully innatenIt's authentic actualitynIs something that's too good to benThis thought is purely meant to bennThinking beingnThinking being