Unreal, a self-fulfilling prophecy

A self-perpetuating lie, that promises discipline

For those who step out of line

And act the slightest bit human

Big top illusions and magic

Are the cornerstone of everything

That's sacred and traditional

We've got front row tickets

To the hypnotism show

Filth, sleaze, degradation

(it's all part of your imagination)

Fear of an unsafe nation

(it's all part of your imagination)

Woah, it's all part of your imagination

Mental fucking masturbation

Keep us jumping at shadows

And chasing illusions

While we follow the impossible

Dreams are meant to be shattered

Broken and tattered and unattainable

Regret, guilty pleasures

Never say never

Forever and ever we burn

In this living hell

Born in the womb of taciturn

Filth, sleaze, degradation

(it's all part of your imagination)

Fear of an unsafe nation

(it's all part of your imagination)

Woah, it's all part of your imagination

Mental fucking masturbation

True obstacles forgotten, imaginary problems

True obstacles forgotten, imaginary problems

Filth, sleaze, degradation

(it's all part of your imagination)

Fear of an unsafe nation

(it's all part of your imagination)

Woah, it's all part of your imagination

Mental fucking masturbation

We live under the assumption

That the world could be obliterated

By perversion, it's illusion

It's all part of your imagination