Dreams Are Everything Now

How long will it feel like burning, telling truths?
I do love to lie, so do you
Will it keep me from falling?
Out the window, facts are foreign
They’ve been told to leave
We’ve been sold distortion; don’t peddle it as important
How will me being honest arrive me at Downing Street?
I’d rather be on Greek Street, Beak Street, Poland Street
Anyone who can cope with me «as is», is most likely bluffing
Balance is a fallacy
50 me and 50 what-they-want-from-me
Savagery, as if you would stick to that
Soon as you switch the ratio and prosper
You’d fuck me like Sycorax
So how long will it feel like burning?
No façade, no foundation, no bubbles, no charade
No design, no preening, I’m bleaching this fucking lie
Is to act unacting to stray from the empty path?
Only time can tell me things, I guess
Fate has put fickle things on the ends to string us up
I wanna tell 'em «leave it all be»
Why be the brittle person to break and then corrupt?
Maybe end up bitter
Maybe end up unable to trust another person
Who isn’t who they say they is
Life’s rigged for everyone, face it
When you fall out of sleep
I bet that you see this life as filler
Cause dreams are everything now