Could it be true?
Reality, comes down to you
Could it be true, yeah
Every single dream I had is found in you.
If I'm honest with my iris
No mistake it was filled with a virus
The blind is by cypher was timeless
Like you need disguise for my conscious
Distorted my vision of intrest
What I mean is this possibly realness
What's seen is not all that defines us
Mildy is the find that we vilus
Fighting the violence inside us
Like why would nobody be clueless
Even with clues in our blueprints
For images making us vintage
To be who he really intended
With dreams of intimate vintage