Do you see what I see? The truth is an offence, Your silence for your confidence. Do you hear what I hear? Doors are slaming shut. Limit your imagination, keep you where they must. Do you feel what I feel? Bittering distress! Who decides what you express? Do you take what I take? Endurance is the word. Moving back instead of forward seems to me absurd. Dosen't matter what you see! Or into it what you read! You can have it your own way! If it's done just how I say!