I can sense the distortion
Ripples in the fabric of perception
I rebound off of you and myself
Here comes a new collision of
Thought and emotional understanding
The glass is breaking
And no one is coming to stem the bleed
Maybe you if only you knew
If only you were true to your music
But don't you see what this is?
A rip in the fabric of reality
How can you see over the fence
If they built it ten-foot tall?
How do you know that the fence
Isn't where your existence ceases?
How do you know that beyond
There is more to the paddock than
What meets your distorted eye?
This is the fault of the world's words
Didn't you know that before all this
You were complete and completely capable
Of trusting the words of your perception?
Once upon a time,
You were free.