Fixed Fantasies

We have a fixed fantasy
That we can't escape of
We're suffering a break of reality
A delusional thought of ours,

It doesn't seems harmful
But we can't stop thinking of it
We can live on our own dreams
Please don't judge us for all this.

They say its unpleasant
But we welcome it as a pleasure
We condemn ourselves to this illness
To this stroke inside our head.

It debilitates us
It humiliates us
It is a concept of beauty
Can't you appreciate the ab-normal?

Do you see this as a crisis?
Do you see it as a habit?
We do make some evil deeds
So we might scare you to death