Looking into an

Optical illusion

Back from the dead

To inspire such delusion

I turned around

To start a revolution

To fake a problem

Avoid a real solution

Flying in my head

Like a bird of prey

Sweep into a town

Like a superhighway

When friendly fire

Turns into a fray

I made a fortress

Out of paper mâché

I found a way

To alleviate confusion

I close my mind

To shut out the noise pollution

Spend my time

At the institution

I'm on the verge

Of a life of prostitution

Flying in my head

Like a bird of prey

Sweep into a town

Like a superhighway

When friendly fire

Turns into a fray

I made a fortress

Out of paper mâché

Flying in my head

Like a bird of prey

Sweep into a town

Like a superhighway

When friendly fire

Turns into a fray

I made a fortress

Out of paper mâché