Spill pretty little demons
And devils in my mind
That tell me everything is perfect
Everything's gonna be fine
Whisper tales of Angels
Fallen from the sky
So I know even the perfect
Are eventually denied
Hold me close and tell me lies
Of how good things can be
Make me truly believe you
Make fiction a reality
Push away all my thoughts
Fill my dreams with only you
Telling me the simple things
All the pleasant things we'll do
Send the dreamer's pictures
To an imagined world of peace
One to lock their minds in
When they want the truth to cease
Just help me to forget about
The truth behind the lies
Keep my perfect illusion
Strengthen my weak disguise