I still remember it well, that feeling you can\'t touch me this is my own spell.
I can\'t block the physical but my brain is a cell, I\'ve locked myself in it and all the people can melt.
Drown in my illiterate illusions of self, knowing this life is my own to compel
Step by step I played many cards, mixed with reality and the emotional scars
Now I open myself up as life reflects it back at me, the endless battle of what I perceive
Do we all play the blagging game until all paths are blocked, even creating new ones to hold onto the lock