Visions of myself,
visions of you.
We're all slowly dying.
I'm dying to be a part of you,
dying to see you.
But it's just your vision overload.
I'm just material wealth.
In certain areas of the world.
A distraught lover in the arms of you.
Visions are always frightening.
My arms are falling away and you are pulling away.
Why now is it a vision overload?
Just when i fell in love with you,
we both had a vision overload.
I see the blood all around me
Stiffening and dying.
Just because i see this,
doesn't mean i did it.
Just because i seem to be dead,
doesn't mean i really am.
Otherwise i wouldn't be able to move.
Stuck in a dillusion of reality
Full of vision overloads.
It's an easy way for us to escape,
a distorted illusion of people.
And there you'll take me in your arms.
And say, "my dear, this love is true"
and this is how we'll forever be,
a distorted illusion of me and you.
Another vision overload,
but this time very true.