Echoes

My words are just like echos Running around in your head If you choose to listen You hear them in your bed That's your sanctuary Where your dreams come alive Everything is offered In some sort of disguise We have an understanding In our imprisoned mental minds When anything is offered We feel destined to receive But you better ask the giver Where he got his seeds Cuz you're playing with his fire boy And you better not f*ck with me My words are just like echos Running around in your head If you choose to listen You hear them in your bed That's your sanctuary Where your dreams come alive Everything is offered In some sort of disguise Disguise