Illusions are nothing but a guilty pleasure in which we put ourselves in

Wishing that the insanity we should live in go unspoken

Sitting there saying that everything is just the way things are and nothing could be changed

However that's the Illusion we all live in

What we believe to be true is often the Illusion in which we created

Living on and on sparking yet no explosion just a run on firework

Joy does not spring on it's own

We have been so long waiting for that explosion but...

When we finally see what it can become fear grows with in

There we stop nothing can be done the society builds a new shield of illusion

In which we hide from, when one finally sees through the shield we are the insane

We began to tick with Time watching everyone else's broken clocks...

There is where we wait for the brave to rise