Told me that i'm part of your dream
my superior knowledge is an illusion
take it to its logical conclusion;
who was at work when i let you down?
i'm no ghost-white around your yolk-mind
How many adherents stand behind your conviction?
how many adherents can of this belief be right?
we've got a million people believing the same
but all feeling lonely in a selfish game
i'm no flesh of your imagination
You're the master of a world you do not master
a fantasy and a useless scheme
take it to its logical conclusion;
why does it hurt you to find that you hurt me?
c'mon man, i tell you to get real!
If you close your eyes and move your hand
towards the wall before you
like a strike of the unexpected
you know you're gonna touch it, but you don't know when
1st verse:
I'm no flesh of your imagination
i tell you to get real

Chris juris 1994