Interpret:

Clawfinger

Album:

Life Will Kill You

It's all in your head 
The thoughts you have that build your world illusion
The faith you need so you can proceed 
And build a sane solution
Is it the truth, is there any proof 
To back up the things you believe in
Or is it a dream to make it seem 
Like a goal that you're achieving?


We are the prisoners
Of the system we create
We are the prisoners 
Stuck inside the space we made 
To escape


What can you do to make it through 
The mind tricks you're producing?
Learn to live with the faith you lack 
The hope that you're reducing
You can be cruel and ridicule the current situation
But what will it take for you 
To break the self illumination?


We are the prisoners
Of the feel that seems our fate
We are the prisoners 
Stuck inside the space we made 
To escape


We're stuck in a rut
We keep on mixing things up 
And we can't tell what's fiction from fact
The more we all try to live up to the illusion
The more we all fall through the cracks


We are the prisoners
Of the system we create
We are the prisoners 
Of the feel that seems our fate
We are the prisoners 
Stuck inside the space we made 
To escape