Beyond This World

Imagine these places right next to ours
Where fiction was fact, beliefs run dry
Lying was the best thing to do to a friend
And everything corrupt was right

They would find that horses with horns run free
Birds can only fly and reptiles had legs
But they can only believe that there is more
Can we say the same about a world called chaos?

When radios screaming "run away" is all we believe
Media masses and lashes with flogs like words
"This isn't right, and the worst part is we're not pretending"
Anything past the faces of the world is worth martyrdom

Stretch the minds, multiply the cubes to themselves
When lines are added between the obvious words
There must be more than what we have in our hands
There is more to life than death, and it smells like hope