Sortout Illusions
What we see
Is a mirage of the dreams we have
Colorful
So close, so unreal
What we want
What we need
Are illusions that keep us alive
Can you see it?
Or are you just color-blind?
The sound of living
If you stop to dream you just exist
When we think we can see what's behind the dust
When our eyes are everything we gonna trust
Is it real?
Or is it blind faith?
Just listen!
When we sit in the dark
We close our eyes
Just for a moment
To keep ourselves alive
What we see
Is a delusion of reality
Alive
So close, so ready to hand
What we want
What we need
Is a way to see
That leads not astray
And let yourself feel
Beautiful dreams
If you're helpless
They let you exist
Fear keeps me from doing what I feel
My illusions control me from what is real
My dreams are my last resort
My dreams are illusions
