Schizmatic Mind

Lyrics

Sitting on a sunny Sunday Watching life passing by Thinking that tomorrow's Monday Wondering who am I Is it me who's sitting here Slipping through the shade for beer And holds you, or do I really sit and perish The world was mine, world was fine I was born blind inside Is the world that now surrounds me Many not a big mistake Is it only made to fool me Is it real or just a fake Is the grass really that green Are the colors that I have seen The real thing, either outside or inside or nothing The world was mine, world was fine I was born blind inside