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'' They're Your Imagination ''
I'm in a padded cell,
For talking to plants,
This does not augur well,
They don't know of the ants.
I also talk,
To the birds and the bees,
When I go for a walk,
I converse with the trees.
Badgers and cows,
They are fair game,
Foxes and sows,
They're wild not tame.
There are mice and rats,
They love conversation,
A talk with the bats,
Fills them with elation.
Dolphins and whales,
The fish in the sea,
Slugs and snails,
They all talk to me.
Those cats and dogs,
Just love to converse,
The flies and frogs,
You don't need to coerce.
They are all around,
So why am I here,
Invisible Gods can't be found,
Yet my beliefs you fear.
As we destroy each other,
Where is your saviour?
The facts you smother,
That's insane behaviour.
From where I sit,
It's you, who is mad,
But you refuse to admit,
You are being had.
What I talk to is real,
There is no aggravation,
Those gods that you feel,
' They're Your Imagination '
For talking to plants,
This does not augur well,
They don't know of the ants.
I also talk,
To the birds and the bees,
When I go for a walk,
I converse with the trees.
Badgers and cows,
They are fair game,
Foxes and sows,
They're wild not tame.
There are mice and rats,
They love conversation,
A talk with the bats,
Fills them with elation.
Dolphins and whales,
The fish in the sea,
Slugs and snails,
They all talk to me.
Those cats and dogs,
Just love to converse,
The flies and frogs,
You don't need to coerce.
They are all around,
So why am I here,
Invisible Gods can't be found,
Yet my beliefs you fear.
As we destroy each other,
Where is your saviour?
The facts you smother,
That's insane behaviour.
From where I sit,
It's you, who is mad,
But you refuse to admit,
You are being had.
What I talk to is real,
There is no aggravation,
Those gods that you feel,
' They're Your Imagination '
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`` They`re Your Imagination ``
`` They`re Your Imagination ``
