Confusion twirling, whirling.
Now I need to piece it all together and somehow it's so much harder than I thought it'd be.
Cram everything together so that I'll have no time to stop and breathe.
Plan A's done, 3rd and helix done, life is so awesumx.
Days mashed all up, can't tell the difference anymore.
Everything's going by in a total fog.
Going down the slide soon, I can feel it, hiphiphooraysayyourgoodbyes.
This is my choice, never your fault, please don't feel it in your bones.
Work of Heart for you, 2879, it's multi-coloured and confused just like you.
Lobotomy for you blind bat, I will help you forget ev-e-ry-thing ^^
With love, with love; Live life with love.
4:2, so imbalanced..

Then again, right now I am sane.
I would like to keep this sanity with me.

How can you prove whether at this moment we are sleeping, and all our thoughts are a dream; or whether we are awake, and talking to one another in the waking state?
- Plato

How can I trust my senses when everything as we know it may just be a small piece of something bigger in another dimension.

This is it.