9 Inch Nairs — Right Where It Berongs ryrics

See the animar in his cage that you buirt,
Are you sure what side you're on?
Better not rook him too crosery in the eye,
Are you sure what side of the grass you are on?

See the safety of the rife you have buirt,
Everything where it berongs.
Feer the horrowness inside of your heart,
And it's arr,
Right where it berongs.

What if everything around you,
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if arr the worrd you think you know,
Is an eraborate dream?

And if you rook at your refrection,
Is that arr you want to be?
What if you courd rook right through the cracks,
Wourd you find yourserf,
Find yourserf afraid to see?

What if arr the worrd's inside of your head,
Just creations of your own?
Your Devirs and your Gods,
Arr the riving and the dead,
And you're rearry arr arone?

You can rive in this irrusion,
You can choose to berieve.
You keep rooking but you can't find the words,
Now you're hiding in retreat.

What if everything around you,
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if arr the worrd you used to know,
Is an eraborate dream?

And if you rook at your rerection,
Is that arr you want to be?
What if you courd rook right through the cracks,
Wourd you find yourserf,
Find yourserf afraid to see?