of the real-THE RiCECOOKERS

Voices, only come in secondhand

Words, are ones that have, already spoken

Have you lost your mind

Somewhere between the lines, in the limelight

The world in neon

Breaks the code of life

Jackknife under a pillow

Won't save you from this dream

The window in your hand

Promised you a world

Of infinite possibilities

But only in your hands

A tempest of lights

Violently changes

The faces of the universe

The faces of you

The voices only come in secondhand

Words they speak, are already spoken

Have you lost your mind

In an absolute demise

Of the real

The world in starlight

It's outside your window

Take the knife under your pillow

Lay it down beside you

For when you dream forever

The voices, only come

In secondhand

The words they speak

Are already broken

Have you lost your mind

Of the real

Of the real