Your poison is my antidote What keeps you down keeps me afloat Perceiving, as you believe in it The holes you create to fit them in But you adjust and the fiction wins, again
The pictures from the T.V. screen Contain a lot more then what it really seems But to be there seeing it all for real Is it too much to contemplate? Is it too much to feel?
Cast the image, it is all, until it disappears
Who selects your choice of viewing? Why don't we lose the hesitation That keeps us looking instead of doing?
The first thing to do and now not later Quit the position of mere spectator Look to the inside, be the creator
Not for others to blindly follow - See how the influence works - But to give you a space that isn't so hollow Where no-one but you has the words And the pictures to fit what you're saying From what only you have thought out You forget what real life's about
Who selects your choice of viewing? Why don't we lose the hesitation That keeps us looking instead of doing?
It's your life, what are you doing? It's your life, what are you doing? It's your life, what are you doing?