Covered by clouds of instict
He feels drawn into you.
And the drones still praise
What they think but not what they do.

It's not a game, it's my reaction
Perfect display, rendered attractive.

With even reason you make up your mind
It's even reason that makes you confined.
With even reason you make up your mind
It's even reason

(so leave town)
So leave town and tell your story
To anyone who will listen.
But your lost before the morning
Has a chance to begin.

It's just a game, so retract your passion
It's in this state, that unsatifaction

Grabs ahold of you and the songs you choose
And the truth you lose it brings nothing new

Satiate, turn your back on the innocence
And make believe, you make believe