Oculus

You're nothing but a fucking problem Just a pigment of imaginary constructs No need to justify the answer It doesn't seem to stop at all (ah whatever, F*CK IT) Time and time again I thought I knew myself I thought I knew all the answers But evidently it's just another lame excuse I use to redefine the insights Lost in mental darkness I know somehow I will find my way out If I have to use my hands as eyes I'll still stand; I'll still stand up and fight