I would like to believe that I exist
Though it may be a sick and twisted world
But what is there to say that you are?
What is there to say that you exist?
Who can define that you still live
When a dream is all you may be?
What if you never really existed?
What if it’s all a joke?
What if you’re just in somebody’s head?
A sick and twisted world
Where the people there strive to kill
Where there is ceaseless pain
Imagine a world like that
Where things constantly go wrong
Then take a look around you
See that you may be there
In somebody’s head
Stuck
In a sick and twisted world