Imagine

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