Imagine, imagine
Imagine, Imagine
Imagine, Imagine
What's the point in conflict?
What you'e tryina prove?
Too much confrontation, always against the good
Just like we are sutured in hater
unless we change our ways
A vital confrontation, to see them brighter days
Too much pointless indifference, just leave it unsaid
Intelligence is intuitive, send a shock into the head
My love is my source of imagination
I do it all for the day
Imagine, imagine
Imagine, Imagine
Imagine, Imagine
Imagine, Imagine
Ask yourself, what is your purpose
To hide behind reality, yeah
Or rise to the surface
Rise above all of the fortune and powers
To take back to what is rightfully ours
Control yourself, let the world around you
Take what it needs to let the love surround you
My love is my source of imaginatioin
I do a lot for it, yeah
Imagine, imagine
Imagine, Imagine
Imagine, Imagine
Imagine, Imagine~*5