what a wonderful solution.
now we all can rest our weary heads and go to bed.
and you pretend it's all illusion,
so I can pretend my mind is dead.
what a wonderful solution.
now the wings have clipped the bird instead
and claimed it's head.
but in the midst of all confusion,
remember what D. Feathers said

I can't trust the things I see,
for I can only trust in me.
and if the whole world should drop dead,
I'll build my own inside my head

what a wonderful solution.
now we all can finally turn our heads
on what's been said.
but in the midst of all confusion,
remember what D. Feathers said

I can't trust the things I see,
for I can only trust in me.
and if the whole world should drop dead,
I'll build my own inside my head