It's all ending
I gotta stop pretending who we are...
You and me
I can see us dying... are we?
The choice is an illusion. You already know what you have to do.
Miracles are illusions caused by insufficient observation and understanding. They’re just… glorious misunderstandings.
We are the ones who make sense of it. All we know is that the brain truly believes the experiences that we feel. It's function is to interpret a hallucination as if it were real.
I dream you're still here
But it breaks so easily
I try to protect you
I can't let you fade
I feel you slipping
I feel you slipping away.
Tous les honneurs, toutes les femmes.
Quand je suis seul, je fais au plus brave un défi;
Je m écarte, je vais détrôner le Sophi;
On m'élit Roi, mon peuple m'aime;
Les diadèmes vont sur ma tête pleuvant:
Quelque accident fait-il
que je rentre en moi-même;
Je suis gros Jean comme devant.