Fabricated

Consider that... Everything is biased in our eyes. Our creations and logic are a veiled disguise. I want you to see everything I have seen, but perspective dies as it exits our being. Our deepest thoughts and our visions they all die, as we force them out and into a language of lies. The song you now hear is nothing more than one I sing, a dream is just a dream, we can't see past what we've seen.