.
They tell us what is and isn’t fantasy.
Instantly numbing the mind of any hope
of any chance at creating something
pure of all their rules.

I can’t say I knew it or I seen it coming.
I can’t say I’ve never been here before.
And I still can’t figure out why I would
ever want to come back.

Its the signs and symbols not the rulers and the laws.
The veil is lifting and what’s hiding beneath will leave
you questioning everything until your mind goes weak
and you give in to the eye.

It went from Stein to Stain and none of us even noticed.
Mirror Mirror to Magic Mirror
Who's playing these games
with our minds.

When the light is revealed don’t expect to see me.
They’ll want my tongue and my writing hand.
Both of which I'll manage to live without.