An island of giants
Where we walk as sheep
Where gods and monsters
Battle of what we eat
I’m not sure what to choose
The better of two evils
The real or a colourblind sun
The real or a colourblind sun
A world where nothing, nothing, nothing
Absolutely nothing is what it seems
Forged by bandits, kings and thieves
Are you sure where you are going?
I’m not sure, not sure what to choose
The better, better of two evils
The real or a colourblind sun
The real or a colourblind sun
Strength is weakness
Evil good
It’s an island of giants
And I walk as a sheep
I don’t remember
I don’t remember
Me
I don’t remember
I don’t remember
My dreams
I don’t’ remember
I don’t remember
Me
I’m not sure, not sure what to choose
The real or a colourblind sun
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