Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Poets of the Fall
Poets of the Fall
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marko Saaresto
Marko Saaresto
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Liah Cheston
Liah Cheston
Mastering Engineer
Thomas Eberger
Thomas Eberger
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Look in my eyes, I'll make you see
We're driftin' aimlessly
Blind in a world of make believe
[Verse 2]
Hear them sing their songs off-key
And nod like they agree
Buyin' the need to be discreet
[Verse 3]
I've got no hand in matters worldly, I hardly care at all
What's goin' on fails to concern me, 'cause I'm locked behind my wall
But you know what drives me out
Out of my mind
[Verse 4]
Oh, it's whatever makes you see, makes you believe
And forget about the premonition you need to conceive
The images they sell are illusion and dream
In other words, dishonesty
[Verse 5]
If I speak ill, please humor me
Won't rant on endlessly
Just thought I'd try to make you see
[Verse 6]
It doesn't solve a thing to dress it in a pretty gown
A stone will not need you to guess if
You're still going to drown
So, you know what drives me out
Out of my mind
[Verse 7]
Oh, it's whatever makes you see, makes you believe
And forget about the premonition you need to conceive
The images they sell are illusion and dream
In other words, dishonesty
[Verse 8]
So, can you name your demon?
Understand it's scheming
I raise my glass and say, "Here's to you"
Can you chase your demon?
Or will it take your freedom?
I raise my glass and say, "Here's to you"
[Verse 9]
I've got no hand in matters worldly, I hardly care at all
What's going on fails to concern me, 'cause I'm locked behind my wall
But you know what drives me out
Out of my mind
[Verse 10]
Oh, it's whatever makes you see, makes you believe
And forget about the premonition you need to conceive
That the images they sell are illusion and dream
In other words, dishonesty
[Verse 11]
So, whatever makes you see, makes you believe
And forget about the premonition you need to conceive
The images they sell are illusion and dream
In other words, dishonesty
Written by: Marko Saaresto
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