Fictitious Songtext
von Beekeeper

I am the servant to the one who omits dreams
Darkness spreads throughout your mind, imagination unseen
Those who abandon hope are easy to control
Slaves to the nothing that leeches on your soul!


Structures in your mind gives way to loose foundation
And the lines begin to blur
STEMMING FROM OUR OWN CREATION
In the land void of thought, is existence a choice?
Questions no answers, makes me ask.

Are we fictitious?
HUH!
Are we fictitious?
Are we for real!?