am I allowed to use that word
am I allowed to use that word
others may throw it around without a backward glance
but am I allowed to use that word
am I allowed to use your words

alive
although I try to bring me down
I survive another round
it's thanks to you

somewhere
buried in my mind
something calls upon a time
it thinks was true

above
while I stand aside
someone coils up the line
I can never throw to you

I build
my own god thanks to you
something I thought I'd never do
but it's enough

and you try
to look me in the eye
but you can't until I die
for I invented you

I have this thing for fiction
because I know that's all there is
and you exist because of me
and I because of you

you say they're paraphilias
if I'm wired up to love it
why should I think myself above it
who called it delusion anyway

how everything's a dead end or a loop
now that everything's a dead end or a loop

not everything's a dead end or a loop
not everything's a dead end or a loop
not everything's a dead end or a loop
not everyone's a dead end or a loop

the end of impersonal machines
we are the last to feel this
a world of fiction's not a world of madness
I'm glad I let you hear this
the source of the source of perfection
I know it's not an act this time

there is nothing that could hide our souls
we sleep without speech in our hearts or hands on our mouths
the ones that take an emotion
and turn it into affection
you can't be the first reason I'm at the end
I can't know the real reason I love the end

I've chained myself enough lately
now I'll unchain my soul
you've chained yourself to me lately
time to reverse these roles
we're just what he meant to create
you're just what I need to create