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Do you see what I'm seeing?
Do you hear what I'm saying?
Do you know what I'm thinking?
It's so perfectly transparent
To me.
It's so perfectly imperfect
To you.
Criticize all you wish
But my world is so
Perfectly transparent
When it's seen through my eyes.
What blood on the sheets?
I see nothing.
What corpses in the closet?
I see nothing.
Because my dear,
It's all down to perception.
Do you hear what I'm saying?
Do you know what I'm thinking?
It's so perfectly transparent
To me.
It's so perfectly imperfect
To you.
Criticize all you wish
But my world is so
Perfectly transparent
When it's seen through my eyes.
What blood on the sheets?
I see nothing.
What corpses in the closet?
I see nothing.
Because my dear,
It's all down to perception.
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