I see things, I don't believe in.
And I feel things, I can't perceive.
Reality, comes quite immune to me.
While I recreate with my mind.
Don't touch my hand. Or speak words to me.
Any conversation would irritate me.
Sanity, comes quite immune to me.
While I recreate with my mind.
You'll see things, you don't believe in.
And you'll feel things, you can't perceive.
Shut the doors, and draw the blinds.
Sit back and create, with your mind.
Sausage - Recreating Lyrics
Sausage - Recreating Lyrics
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I see things, I don't believe in.
And I feel things, I can't perceive.
Reality, comes quite immune to me.
While I recreate with my mind.
Don't touch my hand. Or speak words to me.
Any conversation would irritate me.
Sanity, comes quite immune to me.
While I recreate with my mind.
You'll see things, you don't believe in.
And you'll feel things, you can't perceive.
Shut the doors, and draw the blinds.
Sit back and create, with your mind.
And I feel things, I can't perceive.
Reality, comes quite immune to me.
While I recreate with my mind.
Don't touch my hand. Or speak words to me.
Any conversation would irritate me.
Sanity, comes quite immune to me.
While I recreate with my mind.
You'll see things, you don't believe in.
And you'll feel things, you can't perceive.
Shut the doors, and draw the blinds.
Sit back and create, with your mind.
Writer: JAY LANE, LES CLAYPOOL, TODD HUTH
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing