*lyrics by s. keaton* look, look, look, look, look, look at me. i am delusional, my life is a fantasy. i dont use reason, logic is a fallacy. i am gullible but at least that's consistancy. block it, block it, block it, block it, block it out -- the last thing i want to hear is the substance of sanity -- block it, block it, block it, block it, block it out -- i might believe myself if i am led past reality. you might ignore me (but that's what i expect) so here comes the rhyme where you lose my respect. you might convince me but never mind that; here come phantom armies to back the attack. quit, lie, steal; deal with your defeat. should i even bother to take you down? take your own advice and let it die, spit in my eye but you're not complete.