An army of ghostly horses Trampling over my dead body Iron ironically running Hammering on my pride painlessly You succeeded to make me believe That it’s all in my head Your bedtime fairy tales Lead you to talk to the dead
This time my lazy eyes Can see through your hazy lies
If I took a glance Through the window of your eye Then I’m exposed to cross the line Where all illusions must die Misleading twisted path Through the house of the unholy I am lost at the head office of Your insane pathology
This time my lazy eyes Can see through your hazy lies And I can clearly see how fuzzy Has been my vision of reality