Lyric

Yes, sometimes they do

Sometimes they deceive you, if you hesitate they persist

They draw worlds that don't exist

And see things the eyes don't know

Yes, sometimes they do

Plotting courses, holding the helm

And overwriting every indecision of yours

Dispelling every doubt, avoiding every harm

Yes, sometimes thoughts do it

They attenuate the drama of existence

With massive doses of pure unconsciousness

Reality, the painful and bitter conflict

Between what is, and what you want

Between that pragmatism that pays the rent

And the dreams, which are only yours

It's a dialectical connection between madness and reason

Between pure intellect and imagination

Yes, sometimes it happens

The essence of facts, the cards It arranges

And marks the gap between right and wrong

Between what is believed and what is seen

Yes, sometimes it happens

Sometimes it's the brain that unplugs

Drains the system of adrenaline

From too much pressure, prudently, it retreats

Yes, sometimes something happens

Something intervenes, prevents the collapse

Pushing forward the moment of collapse

Reality, the painful and bitter conflict

Between what is, and what you want

Between that pragmatism that pays the rent

And the dreams, which are only yours

Is the dialectical nexus between madness and reason

Between pure intellect and imagination

Reality is the crossroads of all roads

The focal point of what happens

Reality, the meat grinder of my indecisions

The way I call my... Disappointments

Reality, the painful and bitter conflict

Between what is and what you want

Between that pragmatism that pays the rent

And the dreams, which are only yours

Is a dialectical nexus between madness and reason

Between pure intellect and imagination