Poets Of The Fall: Illusion & dream

Look in my eyes I'll make you see We're drifting aimlessly Blind in a world of make believe Hear them sing their songs off key N' nod like they agree Buying the need to be discreet I've got no hand in matters worldly, I hardly care at all What's going on fails to concern me, Cos I'm locked behind my wall But you know what drives me out Out of my mind It's whatever makes you see, makes you believe And forget about the premonition you need to conceive The images they sell are illusion & dream In other words dishonesty If I speak ill, please, humor me Won't rant on endlessly Just thought I'd try to make you see It doesn't solve a thing to dress it in a pretty gown A stone will not need you to guess if You're still going to drown So you know what drives me out Out of my mind It's whatever makes you see, makes you believe And forget about the premonition you need to conceive That the images they sell are illusion & dream In other words dishonesty So can you name your demon? Understand its scheming I raise my glass and say "here's to you" Can you chase your demon? Or will it take your freedom? I raise my class and say "here's to you" I've got no hand in matters worldly, I hardly care at all What's going on fails to concern me, Cos I'm locked behind my wall But you know what drives me out Out of my mindIt's whatever makes you see, makes you believe And forget about the premonition you need to conceive The images they sell are illusion & dream In other words dishonestySo, whatever makes you see, makes you believe And forget about the premonition you need to conceive The images they sell are illusion & dream In other words dishonesty