Color My World Mine

I once met a man who trained himself not to dream<br>What he seems to have seen was a glimpse of everything<br>He`s been painting pictures on canvas since age thirteen<br>And claims he only exists in the mind of a higher being<br>And I enjoy his work; mostly scenic landscapes<br>But each one is focused on an easel where the man paints himself painting himself<br>And all that`s in his visual field<br>He said this was the only way he could make himself real<br>Ever since he could remember, he had one nightmare reoccur<br>But until about ten years ago, it didn`t matter<br>It consisted of loud, distorted sounds echoing off the concrete<br>He ran on top of it in attempt to reach a ladder<br>Now sometimes, he`d get so close but never touch his destination<br>Which caused him much frustration `cause he didn`t know what it meant<br>And by the end of the dream, he saw the scene from a bird`s eye<br>Only to witness his dead body laying on the cement<br><br>It was only to witness his dead body laying on the cement<br>At first it freaked him out, but after a while he grew content<br>So he thought, "It`s just a dream," and kept living his life<br>Writing his soul on the canvas `cause it sheds his planet light<br>And it goes on and on like space and time, ain`t nothing odd<br>It`s not that he didn`t believe, he just didn`t approve of God<br>His experience was one I couldn`t comprehend<br>`Till I stopped being detective and listened to him as a friend<br>He said<br><br>[Chorus]<br>He once saw a painting that told his whole life story<br>It was then that he knew he was the art of divinity<br>He once saw a painting that told his whole life story<br>A brush stroke of the gods made him one note in their symphony<br>He once saw a painting that told his whole life story<br>He spoke for himself and not the rest of humanity<br>He once saw a painting that told his whole life story<br>And I realize that I`m not real<br>God just imagined me<br><br>It`s like I said<br>About ten years ago, the event that changed his whole reality<br>Took place on his monthly trip to the local art gallery<br>It was there where he studied his contemporaries<br>And there where he nearly carried his sanity to a hole and buried it forever<br>It was a very mysterious day<br>The place was almost empty<br>And he got chills down his spine just being present in the scene<br>On the wall, there was a picture that looked familiar<br>And when he got close, his heart stopped<br>cause he saw it was a painting of his dream<br>It was a painting of his dream<br>His body on a runway<br>By a ladder to an airplane with its propellers spinning<br>Which accounted for the loud noise<br>The match up was perfect<br>And that was the day he stopped believing in existing<br>He resented his creator<br>I mean, words can`t explain<br>What must have went on in his brain while he stared into a frame<br>Of a work of art which he created and was at the same time<br>The mind can`t handle that much, it`s just insane<br>It`s like reading a book where each words describe your thoughts<br>And in quotations, it reads whatever you say when you talk<br>You think it can`t happen<br>But it did happen<br>I guess there`s surprisingly wide cracks in each life`s sidewalk<br>He stumbled upon an answer when he never had a question<br>And decided to stop dreaming to maintain his mental health<br>Now he hardly talks to people<br>Just stays in his basement<br>Writing infinity, by painting himself<br>Painting himself<br>This is a strange universe<br>Is it all just a blueprint?<br>In the real universe, is my consciousness useless?<br>Are we really something a higher intelligence made up?<br>A figment of imagination colored by a cosmic paintbrush?<br>Maybe all of our art creates the fate of other beings<br>Then every character in ever novel thinks it`s alive and were just gods<br>Ruling blindly<br>Just a theory<br>I don`t know what it means<br>But that`s the story of the man who trained himself not to dream<br><br>[Chorus]<br>He once saw a paining that told his whole life story<br>He witnessed the paradox of the word "existing"<br>He once saw a painting that told his whole life story<br>He colored his world theirs, and concluded he wasn`t living<br>He once saw a painting that told his whole life story<br>The hidden variable that all that is is art<br>And when I close my eyes, I see eternity as a story<br>A God imagined the God that imagined me<br>And I am God<br>And so on