Inside out, seen through me
Trapped in a visible web, you fly by carefree
I'm allergic to reason, I'm an addict of fate
It's the reality bus that your riding
I could never relate

In a sense of things meant to be
In a world full of my fantasies

Daily grind, annual tune
left standing on the stop, next ride comes by soon
Take a hit off the high life, in a little white pill
Run the fifteen minutes of fame, that I'll simply add to your bill

In a sense of things meant to be
In a world full of my fantasies
Left drifting on a stomach churned sea
Play by my rules, my time, my disciples, me

Everyone's foul, emotionally unfit
Mental circumcisions your cure, I'm doing my bit
Everything's a number, I'm standing in line
Anything higher than one is just a waste of my time

In a sense of things meant to be
In a world full of my fantasies
Left drifting on a stomach churned sea
Play by my rules, my time, my disciples, me

All me, all me

It's all in how you feel!