Deja Vu

Dreams are a privilege, cause reality is flawed

escape from the demons that are hiding in us all

that internal exorcist, expanding the intimate

makes me really wonder if our universe is limitless

we are inside looking outward, that's the only way as men

when we sleep, are we complete? Is it the outside looking in?

Does it disect all the chaos turning it to something greater?

Deja Vu might be a product of an objective creator

who crawls deep inside our mind, takes our faults and takes our triumphs

twists it, turns it, beats it, burns it, tortures us in silence

till its feeble and manipulated, fitting to our core

all eyedeas and abilities are ones we've seen before