(On and on and on and on)
(On and on and on and on)
I see them for who they are
Baring their shields and scars
Shoulders behind the wards
Common-age Criminals, Serial
Trading memories for miracles
Covering up the storm before our eyes
With a stance no one's yet surmised
When all the lines blur between all that's wrong and right
Just take my hand when the monsters turn out the lights, oh
And you'll find I'm not how you remember me
I'm the vision that you choose to see
The one you can hate, or love as you need
In time's absence, more than memory
So now, at your darkest, I come as promised;
"The Father of Make Believe"
(On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on)
The Father of Make Believe
(On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on)
The Father of Make Believe
Pride and grease are feeling outnumbered
In moments where nothing is as it seems or as it feels
Pushed out of place where our memories
Now enemies feel bullets to take out first
When all the lines blur between all that's wrong and right
Just take my hand when the monsters turn out the lights, oh
And you'll find I'm not how you remember me
I'm the vision that you choose to see
The one you can hate, or love as you need
In time's absence, more than memory
So now, let me share with you, something I missed;
"The Father of Make Believe"
Where have all of the angels gone?
To burn their wings
When all the lines blur between all that's wrong and right
Just take my hand when the monsters turn out the lights, oh
And you'll find I'm not how you remember me
I'm the vision that you choose to see
The one you can hate, or love as you need
In time's absence, more than memory
So now, at your darkest, I come as promised;
I'm The Father of Make Believe
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