To be or not to be?
The true question is, who's really me
The mind of a kid who has a grasp on life.
That can create visual replications of what is right
The past, the future, to him none so real
Can the world be really wrapped up in one tight seal
Is there a genius who can create another
If so, trash this one and come with the other.
Has there been enough of nothing special
For most they believe their going mental
Can my body be pulled and force to the next
Two of me where there's another who's best
Visualize that one and let the former go
More room for the true being, now let it exposed
GO,GO, ROAM, Be Whatever’s Right
Is it what makes you happy or what makes the pain light
The sense of guilt should not be real
Only achievement of what's been concealed
So is there a choice to be made
When the burden comes will I still fade
And is there a group of the same
That’s here to stop me from change
So the question is
Who's to Blame?