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Hallucinations

Who are we to say he’s crazy
When we don’t know who he is
Or what he’s seen.
What’s the Webster way to say what we think?
None of it’s genetic, or we would have should known
It would have should have shown right?
It shouldn’t be fair to judge him
Just by what he claims to see
Right there in front of me.
And yet…
It’s getting worse
I think its run its course,
Through our veins
Because I see it in the rains
That pours from the Eyes
The only one who realize
Just what’s going on.
He sees our hallucinations written in the sky,
Eternally engraved in the history of why
No one else sees what they don’t see
Only us, only we.
Living ghosts haunting empty spaces
Breathing hollow traces of the perfect reality
Consumed by its own immortality
Rational for its own irrationality.
Lies like cobwebs, stuck in the wind
Blowing around in plain sight of our plight.
How much of it all is true, and who knows besides you
What exactly is there to see
Which are the real hypocrises…
Because he thinks it has run its course
Cuz it’s getting much, much worse
Through your veins
Because we see it in the rains
That pours from the Eyes
The only One who realize
Just what’s going on,
When he sees the hallucinations
Written in disguise
Eternally engraved in the history of why
No one else sees what we see
Only us, only we.
If all of it’s genetic,
Then we should have would have known
It should have would have shown right?
Who are they to say he’s crazy
When they don’t know who he is
When they are the ones with the hallucinations?




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