| My World |
|---|
| To be conscious and criticize is your animal right |
| But to pigeon-hole and pry is to die in my eyes |
| When you are so far from the ground |
| That we are nowhere in sight |
| How can you be the one to dissect? |
| The one to decide? |
| I’ve waited at the door |
| I’ve waited too long |
| To disconnect from the dream |
| To take your throat and force reality |
| Now you’ve stepped too far |
| Stepped too far |
| Now you’ve crossed the line |
| Now you are finally inside |
| My world |
| My world |
| My world |
| My world |
| My world |
