Unreal, a self-fulfilling prophecy A self-perpetuating lie, that promises discipline For those who step out of line And act the slightest bit human Big top illusions and magic Are the cornerstone of everything That's sacred and traditional We've got front row tickets To the hypnotism show
Filth, sleaze, degradation (it's all part of your imagination) Fear of an unsafe nation (it's all part of your imagination) Woah, it's all part of your imagination Mental fucking masturbation
Keep us jumping at shadows And chasing illusions While we follow the impossible Dreams are meant to be shattered Broken and tattered and unattainable Regret, guilty pleasures Never say never Forever and ever we burn In this living hell Born in the womb of taciturn
Filth, sleaze, degradation (it's all part of your imagination) Fear of an unsafe nation (it's all part of your imagination) Woah, it's all part of your imagination Mental fucking masturbation
Filth, sleaze, degradation (it's all part of your imagination) Fear of an unsafe nation (it's all part of your imagination) Woah, it's all part of your imagination Mental fucking masturbation
We live under the assumption That the world could be obliterated By perversion, it's illusion It's all part of your imagination