Ill Transmitted Infection

Glitch From A Witch

Life is like the snow , pretty but cold
It's nice to look at but hard to hold
People get driven by shiny gold
So you can easily get deceived by what you're told
Life has marks that'll forever show
Like those footstep after the falling snow
The more that I grow, the more that I know

Life seems so technical with no purpose
It's a cycle of a show that's a circus
Where you go by the rules and your opinion is worthless
Sometimes I wonder if this is just another illusion in my head
Since every night I'm laying in my bed
And think of all things that were ever said
Could we just be living inside of a dream?
Where every color and picture seems real
I feel like I have an illness with a complex mind
I wonder if you go inside, what will you find?
Will you see the beast within or feel what I've seen
Would you understand the things that I seen
Or are you going to be confused by fake grass thats green
If reality is what we make it, explain to me where've been

What if the only times that were ever real , are the times after you go to sleep
Once you die you go back into the creep
Into a far away area with no memories that were once deep,
These the ones that you wanted to keep
This was all just a programming glitch
Then when you wake you go back into the same switch
Into the same cycle like a curse from a witch