a few words to twist you thoughts and make you see

Who are we to be happy?
Who are we to breath?
And why must we feel so crappie?
We all wake up to the same world
We all see this same dream
But why must it seem so cold?

Brightest shadow in this cold light
Or happiest sinner in this lake of fire
Trough the eye of the precipice
And the hart of the pacifies

The world is only what you think of it
Even it if you think it doesn't exist